Scene #2005: Cruise

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Mizuki	The cruise ship is moored against a long, long pier that extends an improbable distance from the island which the day's warpgate would deliver people to. It will be a long, long walk, but it seems that was intentional on Mizuki's part -- after all, every step of their short journey shows the group more and more of the world they saved. Every blue wake that brushes up against the shore had once been just another part of an indistinct alabaster mass. Each tree blade and oat would likewise have no wind to sway with had they not acted to preserve this world. It is certainly not impossible to suggest, given the way things work here, that they are all brandishing their best features just so the onlookers will know their mirth and appreciation. And each of those steps brings the group closer and closer yet unto a sinking, vermilion sun that splits the sky almost perfectly in twain. The wakes of amber that reverberate from it are nearly symmetrical in their approach of the dock. The only interruption in that picturesque, pastoral frame is the ship itself, which has in every facet of its existence been wrought according to Mizuki's preferences. Its exterior is the spitting image of something hailing from the White Star Line, though its palette has been swapped from red-black to blue-white -- to offset the irony inherent when one spots the smokestacks rising from its character. The interior is far more resilient to morbidity, at least, as it's far too lavish for anyone's sensibilities to be physically capable of yield to anything beyond its own splendor. Though the lighting is dim, every singular furnishing is still proud enough to make itself distinct. Each ceiling is decorated with a chandelier, each wall with a golden sconce, and of course each floor with tables draped in silk and beautifully cushioned chairs. The floors are made of a mahogany that smells as though it has been freshly cut and lacquered, too, even though the visitors would surely know it was never possessed by any tree. Mizuki leads the lot of them to a lounge, a collection of chairs at the edge of the restaurant on the main deck. All the decor in the area is posed before a majestic stone fireplace decorated with pictures of other locations in the world, all of which the group would be likely to remember. She takes her seat at a satin armchair immediately right of the hearth's Westernmost extreme, and folds her hands neatly in her lap. As always. There might be something ghoulish about the fact that there are no other people aboard aside from them, so it could be a tidy relief when a few more people enter. Callia and Palora come in from the left while Insidia, Chatrinelle, and Lillian -- three of the Apostles -- appear from the right. The former two of the second grouping each seem absolutely jubilant, but the third wears a disturbed, severe countenance. She's not here for enjoyment, obviously; perhaps to watch how these people interact with one another instead. Palora unceremoniously lights the fire with a flick of her finger before looking back to the rest of them, grinning her usual. "Yo," She says, posing against a certain section of the wall. "S'really pretty outside. Could probably watch the sunset if you guys wanted. It'd be a total waste to just stay in here and watch it pass by, but," She glances Mizuki's way, "I guess she could just hold it in the sky for ya. Keep it from goin' down until you wanna see it." It seems Mizuki's dreamworld is having a phenomenally rough time of capturing a festive atmosphere. Perhaps the lack of energy is owed to the small quantities of people? Eh. At least it's quiet. ... or will be until Arthur gets here.
Guest Psyber	Psyber is here, albeit as occupied as he ever is. The half-angel hardly seems to notice any tour or guidance, or most things related to the view from the ship as he walks along. This is because he has a tablet-PC in one hand while his fingers tap at it with the other, managing any number of pieces of business he usually fields. He stifles a half-tired yawn as he walks, following along with Mizuki and the group in mostly-silence. His fingers play across the surface of the tablet at blinding speed, forms and documents appearing and then immediately disappearing as they're processed and filed with a calm professionalism and a practiced motion. He finally looks up when Palora speaks, taking in the room he's in. Chairs would provide adequate cover in the event of an assault, the fireplace would provide absorbtion if a high-explosive was used on the premesis. The chairs would also make passable barricades in a siege situation, which would be a more viable use of them in the face of high-caliber weapons. And then five people enter. Psyber recognizes two, three are less known to him. He seems to assess this situation, along with Palora's offer, and deflectingly say, "I can opt for whatever popular stance is among the group." And then his head immediately drops back down so he can work on the tablet.
Staren	A beautiful, reborn world! Staren steps through the warpgate and shifts through a rapid variety of forms before settling back down to himself, looking around, and taking deep sniffs of the air. He stayed as a robot entirely too long this time, he thinks -- it's refreshing to feel air rushing into lungs again. "Mizuki! It's great to see your world doing so well! How is everyone?" After they've walked for awhile, he manifests energy wings for a few moments, then decides to fly along on a broom instead. The world /is/ oddly empty. He lands and walks again when they go below deck. "Well. You've certainly got some stunning visuals here, but is... such a large boat really necessary for us?" Oh there are some more people. He smiles and nods in greeting. He shrugs at the comment about the sun moving. "In truth, I've never been on a cruise before... I've never been one for big, flashy vacations." He gives Psyber a curious look. Something is off about the half-angel's attitude. But is now /really/ the time to bring it up?
Mizuki	Psyber's appearance would draw a pair of exceptionally wide, bewildered eyes from Chatrinelle, the curly-haired and glasses-bearing member of the Apostles' number. Her jaw gapes, leaving a small time delay before she shouts, "~Wooooooooow~! Aren't you that guy who ripped out Shiori's heart? Oh my God, and before that you gave that long speech thing! It's been sooooo long since I've seen you, hi!" She bounces on her heels, fanning her hands at her sides as if they were wings. A miffed Lillian would pinch her ear in short order, causing the hopping to stop in full. Her eyes are closed in frustration, as Chatrinelle's soon are in wincing pain. "O-Ow...!! Lily, let me go, let me goooooo!" Rather than doing anything to help, Insidia giggles at them, applying a pair of slender, pale fingers to her lips. Then she turns to Psyber with a small, albeit hauntingly fluid curtsey. "Hello, Mister Half-Angel. It's probably been a short time for you, but for us it's been... quite a long time since we last saw one another. You're a subject of much contention, but I wanted you to know that I, personally, believe your deeds then were very noble. And, of course, that your words were as piercing as they were exact." Lillian releases Chatrinelle's ear for the sole purpose of folding her arms after a disgusted 'feh' has escaped her mouth. With a small sway, Insidia chirps, "Though as I said -- 'a subject of much contention'."
Faruja	The long walk has the rat thinking. After all the work and blood and fear, he can't help but feel slightly odd without that feeling of menace. He'd almost become used to it. Refreshing, of course, but still slightly odd. The rat consoles himself in the fact that the feeling is a luxury. It could have gone far, far worse. Faruja is dressed in that lovely suit and tophat that Mizuki gave him so long ago, one arm constantly entwined with a certain lizardess. He even has on dancing shoes, or at least what passes for them on Burmecians. More like dancing greaves, really. Thankfully, Faruja hasn't heard of a certain ill-fated ship, and so there's no dread in the rat's features as they're led to the absolutely beautiful interior. Faruja takes his own couch after seeing that Ainsley is well sat, tail swishing about as he summons up a bottle of champagne. It seems fitting. He does, however, stand as the others enter. "Lord's blessings, Ladies!" Lillian /still/ gets a slight look from Faruja, however. She didn't exactly endear herself to him after all! But at least he had enough sense not to bring any weapons. Faruja of course gives similar bows to Staren and Psyber. "Now, now! Honestly I think a good sit and just relaxing with ye lot is called for. We /all/ hath had far too much on our plates as it were. At least until our dear Ser Lowell arrives. He shall hath enthusiasm and pep enough for all of us." Then the rat looks to Mizuki. "Tell me something, mine dear. Any plans for the future?" He'll summon a glass of champagne for Mizuki, despite not being the host. He figures she could use some rest herself.
Mizuki	Mizuki turns in address of Staren's remarks. She smiles at first, but as he meanders to the subject of the world's emptiness, and largeness, she replies, "Well, it's always been like this -- massive, solitary, grandiose. Think of it as you would an exceptionally large mansion. It's far from necessary, but it's not as if the construction of this ship or the space it occupies is inconveniencing anyone else. As you know, 'scarcity' does not exist here. Perhaps some rough imitation of it does where necessary, but not in earnest." She takes a sip from a teacup, pauses a moment for a breath, and adds, "And I enjoy my privacy. It's much better to have things this way, don't you think? If it's a guiltless alternative."
Arthur Lowell	ARTHUR LOWELL is here! He looks in high spirits again, thank goodness. Maybe even better than ever! Swaggering over the pier and taking his sweet time getting there -- after all, time in Mizuki's world is always sweet -- he'll arrive just slightly fashionably late, with a huge grin and a ton of confidence. Once he's here, he'll be shoving doors open dramatically! "WHAT? Held the SUNSET for ME? Well SHIT," Arthur says, in the usual boisterous tone. "That's pretty damn POLITE." And then he swaggers himself on over to a seat. "Might as well see it after we snag some FOOD, right? No sense keepin' the party ROLLIN' SLOW." He then gives a friendly wave to the Apostles! "HEY GUYS! Uh." He actually looks a little sheepish for a moment. "SORRY, y'know. About... stuff." He chuckles a bit, perhaps a bit nervously, and goes, "WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE? Or the BOAT, at least, I'm HOPIN'." And then he's heading over to Psyber! Presumably to hassle him for a bit and try to bet a social advance that happens to go in a somewhat opposite direction...
Arthur Lowell	"HEY. PSY." Arthur says, waving a bit at the air next to him. "ONE HUNDRED PERCENT PROMISE that if there's some HUGE DISASTER incomin' that you gotta MANAGE, a FUTURE ME will come back and tell ya do get it fixed RIGHT NOW." He gestures to the empty space. "HEY, LOOK AT THAT. You know my policy? ANYTHING YOU DO can't be THAT BAD if a TIME TRAVELER doesn't come back and PUNCH YOU for it. Take a BREAK, bro! Fo' real."
Staren	Staren smiles at Mizuki. "True, I suppose. I'd be an incredibly boring, umm, world designer. Very utilitarian. Keep everything within reach. It's not what I'd build, but what I'd build wouldn't be very much to look at. As long as you're enjoying yourself..." He looks around the room. "And there's something to be said for spectacle." Arthur gets a slightly concerned look. "Has that ever actually /happened/? Future you coming back to yell at you?"
Guest Psyber	Psyber looks up at the sound of someone having a fangirl attack over him. He slowly lowers the tablet PC and says, "Yes. That was me." He looks between all three girls, politely hooking the arm holding the tablet under him and bowing politely, "You may call me Psyber, if you wish. It is as good a name as any." Though he looks at Insidia, it is likely that he's speaking more towards Lillian, "I can understand why my actions would be considered divisive. I failed to convey the message to Shiori that I wanted to, and thus necessitated violence where it could have been averted." He frowns a bit, "Were I more socially capable like one of my friends, I would have been able to more clearly articulate that Shiori sought internal reconfiguration where what she actually should have desired was external acceptance." His gaze turns towards Lillian slowly, "I apologize that violence was necessary due to the failing of diplomacy on my part. It is a lesson I will carry forward to the next time I am forced into such a situation." And then to all three, "Still. It is nice to see that you are well and productive. What are your plans now that the cycles have ended?" He asks to them. Moments later, he looks to Arthur and says, "Ah, but. Last time you time travelled, you nearly died. What if Future you was coming back to warn me right now, but died en route due to the strain of aspect dissonance?" He asks with a wide smile, still holding that tablet in his off hand.
Arthur Lowell	"YES IT HAS! Like once. 'Cause I'm not VRUASA." And then Arthur talks to Staren about the design of the world! "Gotta respect the STYLE, bro." Arthur insists. "Gotta give PROPS to the SWAG of it, y'dig? Ain't NOBODY goes to MIZUKI-LAND to get the BARE NECESSITIES, yo, we come here for straight-up fuckin' SHOWS. Plenty of worlds where you can get the UTILI-CLOSET and BEEP BOOP LIVE, but if ya GOT IT, might as well FLAUNT IT a li'l, right?"
Ainsley	Ainsley arrived alongside Faruja, wanting to tag along with him for this, despite not being overly involved in this world's crisis. She only ever visited that once, and got sucked into other crises. She is quite content to hang off of Faruja's arm until she has been left at a couch to relax with the bottle of champagne. She makes sure she has the appropriate glasses for drinking champagne from. Similarly to Faruja, Ainsley has gone all high society today. She's wearing a sleeveless red dress made of a soft silk, that ruffles up down near her knees and doesn't go down much further than that. It's very Spanish, especially with a red flower tied into the feathers atop her head, and a ribbon tied to the end of her tail. Her feet are adorned with a pair of dancing shoes of their own. She relaxes in a modest and proper way and doesn't stand up when Faruja does, more content to look around and observe all the old and new faces without providing a greeting of her own. Her bright blue eyes focus on Mizuki, briefly.
Mizuki	Mizuki turns to Faruja next, immediately narrowing her eyes and twisting her expression into the familiar, playful grin she has recently lacked. As she draws a sleeve over her mouth, she quips, "My, I wonder who in Creation got you those fine garments! You look absolutely ravishing. Miss Ainsley," Her eyes shift to her, quickly, "must be awfully happy that you've gone to such trouble this evening~." Though, plans for the future? That causes her expression to become a bit more quiet, solemn, but not so much that it forsakes its positive slant. "Ah," She rolls her hand, "you know. This and that. Sophia and I were playing with the idea of creating a castle which we may jointly watch over the world from, and The Artist is fervently roaming around and 'adjusting' things as she sees fit. No doubt she's been eager to do so ever since she found her freedom." She takes another sip. "But -my- plans? Well. I was going to ask the lot of you whether you have an interest in making... contributions, here? Priscilla's edict prevented the old world from being destroyed, but the Monochrome Desert still sits as unused space. I thought you might like to put some of it to use. As thanks." With that, she grins. She probably means that she wants the group to create entirely new worldspaces here. Would that be possible? Apparently!
Arthur Lowell	"SHIT YES," Arthur has called out to Faruja, presumably on the subject of enthusiasm and pep. "I got PEP FOR DAYS, I'm the fuckin' KING OF GUSTO, I'm the VIM GUY." There's confident, striding steps from him as he says this. "And YOU, man, good t'seeya AROUND again. Hey, no HARD FEELINGS about LOUDER ARTHUR, right? Or did you actually just CONVENIENTLY MISS THAT GUY? 'Cause that'd be even BETTER. I kinda heard stuff got SUPER OFFENSIVE for you at the end."
Staren	Staren accepts Arthur's comments with a nod, but just kind of stares at Psyber. "Okay, this is getting too weird. Did you swap personalities with Nathan somehow?"
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa had been happy to come for the boat right as it were, and she had to admit everything would certianly be a memorable trip, after all this world isn't bound by physical constraints right? So here she was to chill out and catch up wioth people. She would find her self looking at the landscape and the ship itself. It was quite the place to be sure. She seeme very chipper too as she makes her somewhat belated arrival of Kotone. She seems a bit worn she's had a long week, there's been even more things going on since she was last here. "Hey! Sorry I'm late,!" She takes note of the pople whom are here. and she starts to make her way over however Mizuki bring up about making a world. "Wait ... a making a world?, I umm I'd be honored!" Kotone totally just squeeked there.
Arthur Lowell	"So we've got ONE HUNDRED PERCENT assurance that anything more important than ME isn't gonna FALL APART. BAM." Arthur says, prodding Psyber again. "Everything else is WHATEVER. Now pull your BUTT outta your ASS and take a BREAK. Shit's a straight-on MORAL FUCKIN' IMPERATIVE, yo. Work your shit to the BONE, that's the world bein' UNFAIR to you. Let the SCORE even out a little, huh? Here's a WRONG you can RIGHT: Some COOL GUY I know gettin' MAD FUCKIN' STRESSED by some WORK."
Eryl Fairfax	Eryl is here, his suit and cape freshly dry-cleaned, his body washed. Like, with soap and stuff, not rinsed in the cleanest water he could find. Only the best for such a lavish occasion, after all. During the long walk along the pier, he does admire the wonderful scenery, though the expression on his face is rather sombre and distant. Arriving on the ship, he is privately relieved that, while ostentatious, it is still seaworthy. He doesn't want to ruin the occasion by being moody because of headaches. Well, moodier than he currently is. But looking around at the lavish decoration, Original Face brings up a case file of a certain other ship that was most luxurious and sank on its maiden voyage. That would be a terribly lame way to go out after seeing a universe die and be reborn. Uppon arrival in the lounge, he sinks into one of the many well-padded chairs and lets out a content sigh. Nodding to everyone who is there-even those who were less than pleasant the last time they met, such as Chatrinelle-he allows the atmosphere and conversation to wash over him.
Guest Psyber	"Mm," Psyber says faintly to Arthur and Staren, "I am fine. It's nothing of great concern, I have simply been occupied with work and personal matters which prevent me from taking a more relaxed posture. The Union, and my employment agency, have a great deal of matters which require my direct attention." Despite this statement, Psyber does still make a point of showing them that the tablet PC is being darked out and stuck in his jacket pocket for the time being.
Mizuki	Arthur, too, gets an exceptionally wide and warm grin. Just as she begins to nod her own greeting, though, she realizes that she's forgotten something fairly critical this evening: food! With a small bulge of her eyes, she conjures a bell into her hand. She gives it a ring, and an entourage of three-dimensional silhouette entities bearing much more tangible silver platters would storm out of the back rooms. They adorn a long table by a triplet of windows with foods of all kinds, lifting the tops off of each tray to reveal such things as lobster tails covered in garnishes, cucumber-and-caviar finger sandwiches, filet, and likely far more. "I had to be sure that it wasn't there when you arrived," She says with a raise of her finger, "so that you could have the full 'restaurante le Mizuki' experience." ... phew. Nice save? Arthur receives a painfully stark, stabbing look from Lillian. Her scowl could be no deeper, which is why it might be so relieving that the other two could have smiles no wider. "Oh, yeah, no big!" Chatrinelle gives a thumbs-up exuberant enough to mirror one of Arthur's own as Insidia gives a polite, oh-so-gentle wave of her hand. "She gave you no choice. Please, don't fret over it." For her part, Lillian just sighs, likely meandering over to a corner where she sits down and fixes her gaze to the window. An eon is an awfully long time to hold a grudge for, but some people really are that single-minded.
Faruja	Faruja /grins/! "Oh, my, whom ever knows! Doth ye like it? I must /certainly/ send the one whom gave it to me flowers and wine for such a thoughtful gift!" Wink! It's around then that he's back on the couch with Ainsley, clinking glasses with her. "Why, I /do/ so hope she approves!" He ponders a bit, head tilting. "I wouldst recommend it. Now that thine world is finally stable, ye aught think about defense. There shall nay doubt be those will ill intent from beyond." The Multiverse, of course, is ever a constant threat. Plus it'd help if Sophia and Mimi got along better. Faruja's ears go up, and he coughs. "I cannot, as a priest of Faram, of course condone the creation of worlds. But I /may/ be able to offer a few ideas were one trying to create a township or city." Faruja stands up by now, and outright claps Arthur on the back. "Oh please, 'twas not /ye/. Or, well, not thineself in entirety. Ye get the point! All is forgiven. I hath become quite used to hea...ahem, denizens of the Multiverse...being quite ill-taught when it comes to proper Ajoran values." Faruja is very much still stuck in his ways. "I am glad ye art alright. Enjoy thineself tonight, Arthur."
Staren	Staren frowns at Psyber. "Seriously, dude, this is weird. It's kind of hard to relax with you like this. Something is /clearly/ wrong." He shakes his head and turns to respond to Mizuki, when she brings out the food. "Ooh!" He eagerly grabs some to try. Only after he's chewed and swallowed a mouthful or two does he get back to her: "Anyweh, I hood ee indehrested in making a ehrld, shure. I heed shome dime too hink of it dough." He might not quite be done with that mouthful.
Arthur Lowell	There's an offer to make a world! Arthur laughs! Boisterously, in fact! "HAH! HA HA HA HA! I dunno, we talkin' about SAILING SHIPS, that one's kinda DONE. But y'know, I could try out some stuff I had OLD NOTES for. And I still gotta make that damn CANDY SHOP." He stands with a sweeping gesture and gives an affirming thumbs-up. "You wanna do a little COLLAB, you got ME for it, MIMI!" And then another wide grin at the platters and trays, eagerly looking on. Nice save! Arthur has no idea this was forgotten. "SHIT YEAH, nice EXPERIENCE!" He calls out, as he heads on over. As he does, he sort of... Uses it as an excuse to give Lillian a bit of a wide berth. An acknowledgement of the legitimacy of her grudge without really personally engaging it.
Mizuki	Then Psyber bows, and Chatrinelle clasps her hands together. There is a noticeable - and very real - glint in her eyes for a moment. "Insidia, Insidia, look! He's got the bow down and everything! He's like urban prince charming!" She starts hopping up and down again in whatever way would make Psyber most prone to awkwardness. Meanwhile, Lillian breaks her gaze from the aperture a moment to give the fawning girl a murder state, followed by an extremely long, deep, and loud -sigh-. She shakes her head before doing her best to ignore the scene for the remainder of the stint it lasts for. For her part, Insidia just sweatdrops before giving her own, candid response: "No one is entirely sure what was going through Shiori's head in those final moments. Perhaps your words set her off and, in her waning sanity, she could not maintain her calm through the pain the dealt her. Or perhaps she was perfectly lucid, knew she was going to die, and played the part of the villain so that the lot of you would have no qualms when it came time for her to disappear. She was erratic, so all those intentions would have been well within her panoply, but one thing is for certain: you are not to blame." Insidia would reach a hand to gently pat at the man's shoulder a few times if she's allowed to before continuing. "Shiori always did as she pleased. She was a cloistered child, and in all the years we knew her, not a single one of us was allowed to know her /well/. She kept all her more visceral facets from us, and the particular personality types she allowed to accompany her... were never ones that were particularly adept in pursuing people. We're all more quiet, introverted types in spite of how we may seem, and so... if anyone failed, we did. If only we could have made her feel more comfortable, more complete of our own power, she never would have become so self-destructive." "But," She closes her eyes, copping a wistful smile, "it was clear from all that you said... that you know this present Shiori -- or Mizuki, excuse me -- far better than we knew ours. Your words rang true, even if they did not have the effect you intended. So please do not despair. In fact, you might consider sharing your words with this Mizuki to gauge her reaction. That is," She glances back to Lillian, "if you can convince her to share the mirror gem that contains her memory of your words. She's awfully stubborn." This time, Lillian refuses to give any response whatsoever. She remains entirely still and silent.
Arthur Lowell	Arthur eventually comes back to Psyber. He nudges Staren a bit. "Give the man his space, I think. Know when to fold 'em and all, y'know?" He'll give Psyber the space here. This is not his subplot and he will not jump on it disruptively, nope! Instead he's going to snack on stuff from the ostentatious menu in a way that's entirely casual and unmannerly.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa is reeling a bit from the offer but he's not going to say no if they are going to do it she very much will. She seems to have got her head in order after the offer. "If your offering as I said I'd be happy to help. This is something I'd never thought I'd do." She really didn't given her origins she kinda takes a different view on a lot of things in the multiverse. She turns to Arthur for a moment and looks at him. "You got quite a bit of experiance with this don't you Arthur and that was a hell of a stunt you pulled with that little time hop by the way." She's also keeping an eye out for Sheep, who she suspect might be here or might be off doing something else, she may have just missted spotting her after all. She looks at staren and starts to giggle, why? Because she's finding it funny. "Hey Staren finish your food then speak." Speaking of food she should get some shouldn't she?"
Mizuki	Mizuki grins to Faruja, gently concluding, "I'm certain that she needs no more flowers nor more wine. She has enough of both to last her eternity already." She drives the point home by refilling Faruja's glass with a snap of her fingers. Dangerously treading the line between 'heavenly' and 'heathen', as ever. Regarding 'defense', "Indeed. Before this mess I had been arrogant enough to presume I could easily repel any invasive forces in my domain, but no longer. Rather, I feel fairly meek and exposed. I should hope that Sophia's help, and the help of the Apostles assuming they'll wilfully give it, will keep us safe. If not... then I'll be counting on you lot as a supplement." But ah, faith restricts world creation? Well, she has a few things to say about -that-: "Does Feram frown upon all the books, paintings, and melodies crafted in his honor? I daresay that if you forge any world in his spirit that he would love it just so." Compelling argument? That's for him to decide. Next, Eryl receives a wave from Mizuki. "Hello, Mister Fairfax." She gives a faint bow of her head. "Please enjoy yourself. You've done so much for me, and I should like very much to repay you. Even if there is admittedly little in my repertoire that is of equal value to your deeds."
Ainsley	"It is hubris to shape a world whose rules do not ordinarily allow for it," Ainsley tells Faruja in a gentle tone of voice, reaching to touch him on the knee with one of her hands. She sips her champagne before she continues, "This world, however, allows for just an act. It is similar to being offered a stretch of land to build a town on in return for saving a kingdom from destruction." She then uses that same hand to reach around Faruja's middle and give him a hug. "If it makes you uneasy, however, you do not need to do it. I can handle the parts that don't involve building simple and wholesome towns, if it would help." She smiles at him and looks at him searchingly. "It is a gift to you, however, to do with as you wish."
Mizuki	To Arthur, Mizuki says, "Yes, yes. I know that many of us here could be considered deities in some capacity or another already, but it would mean very much to me to have new realms here that I could remember you all by. If some portion of my home could become yours, it would be of tremendous sentimental value to me. In that way, this experience -is- different; this creation is not accomplished at the behest of fate and was not born of sacrifice. Rather, it's a thing of joy. It's a gift. It's a birth you can enjoy without any reservation." She smiles. "I should think you deserve that after all this time."
Guest Psyber	Psyber would normally give a deflecting reply to Staren, content to leave his answer just that simple, but Arthur instead intercepts him on his behalf. The half-angel stares for a few seconds and gives Arthur a nod before he turns back towards the trio of Apostles. Of course, even in the stressed state he's in, he's forced to switch to a sheepish grin when Chatrinelle has a fangirl moment over him. He coughs a couple times and then says, "Ah, happy to please you, I suppose," He says in a slightly embarassed tone. Patting Psyber on the shoulder, for Insidia's part, is a lot like patting a brick wall. Psyber is ridiculously fight and ridiculously wound tight almost constantly. Still, he doesn't seem opposed to the gesture. He allows it and his sheepish grin from Chatrinelle turns into a more slight one. "I will see what I can do," he notes to her on the topic of Lillian, "And I appreciate knowing that my words carried so much meaning for you that they'd stay with you even now. Perhaps they did more than I thought." To Lillian, though, Psyber has an approach: Empathy. He slowly takes a step towards her and whispers something to her seriously. Quite enough that only the two of them can hear it. After a while, he holds his hand out to her palm up. It seems, for now, this will distract him more than the world-building.
Faruja	Faruja's brow twitches hard even as he smiles. As ever, Mizuki manages to both endear and infuriate. Points, it seems, are hers thus far. "Mayhaps I aught hath gotten ye a record player!" Cue a sudden record player. It, for about a minute, plays /polka/. Faruja's grin is absolutely evil before he snaps his fingers and shuts it off. Faruja tilts his head, considers, and frowns lightly. He sits up straight, in that manner that spells a lecture. "There is a large difference between a world, and a book, mine dear! 'Tis the Lord's wisdom to create worlds. The /reason/ we were not given such a power is that 'twould almost surely be used for the glorification of man and mer rather than God." But sentimentality, a certain lizardess wrapping arms about him, and then he looks at the two women with a light sigh. "I /do/ suppose there is some merit in that. Mayhaps God gave Mizuki this power that we wouldst hath some small insight into Him. Alright, alright! I shall ponder it. Hath been meaning to brush up on mine architecture anyway. We shall call it a memento." Faruja rubs his chin in between sips of champagne, head rested against Ainsley's shoulder.
Mizuki	Mizuki gives Faruja and Ainsley both a few approving nods, though those to the former are a bit more furtive. "Your consideration is victory enough for me," She chirps, covering her mouth with her sleeve again. Though she doesn't spare Ainsley her torment either. Her eyes flit to her and narrow again before she reminds her, "Ah, but there was a certain stipulation I applied to your being here, correct? What was that, now?" She taps her chin a few times, but her smile never wanes. "I seem to have forgotten. Might one of you remind me~?"
Eryl Fairfax	In his seat, Eryl suddenly slaps his own cheeks. Within his brain, his implants get to work, performing something he doesn't get to do often. His mesolimbic reward pathway is activated by his implants, causing a rush of dopamine to crash through his system, immediately lifting his mood. When Mizuki address him, he is all smiles all of a sudden. "Oh, you flatter me Mizuki. I only did what I could do, nothing more. And please, Eryl is fine." He stands and walks over to her, placing both his hands onto her shoulders and squeezing gently. Not quite as forward as a hug, but still a gesture filled with affection. "And your offer is very kind. If you are one hundred percent sure that you can spare the land, I would be happy to take you up on it." Popping a lobster tail into his mouth, he starts to wander the room to speak to everyone, starting with Arthur. He starts to go to shake the god's hand, but pauses, as if remembering something before pulling his hand back. "I just wanted to say, I had my doubts about trusting you at certain points. But, your plan succeeded admirably, and I was happy to support it in any way I could. Thank you." He pats Arthur on the shoulder, using his cloak as a buffer between it and his hand. "Psyber! Very glum and stressed it seems. Work matters I assume?" Eryl sidles over to the investigator, Original Face trying to come up with a way to cheer the man up. Others have already tried, but drawing on knowledge about Psyber and his tastes, Eryl decides to try a little banter. "You know what you need? One of those cheap light beers you speak so highly of." He goes to stop one of the 3D silhouettes. "Excuse me. Could you get my friend here a glass of water wrung through a dirty dishcloth?" He glances at Psyber and gives a cheeky grin.
Ainsley	Ainsley smiles back at Mizuki, a silent look while the coy dreamshaper speaks. The torment doesn't seem to affect her... immediately. Her face slowly starts to go red and the corners of her mouth pull in such a way that she looks like she's suppressing the urge to laugh. Mirthful would be an understatement. "Oh... I don't know, Lady Mizuki~" she replies, in the exact same tone, as she stands up, urging Faruja to follow along with her. "Maybe it was a dance?" she says, now grinning brightly, the playful interaction being something she's latched onto quite quickly. "Ahh... but there are so many chairs and tables here. Where is the proper ballroom?" she wonders. It's, after all, a lounge and not a ballroom, and she's unaware of the ship's layout. If such a layout was really set in stone here. "I could make this room work for us, we've been practicing." She smiles with the utmost confidence.
Staren	Staren looks at them in turn, chews, swallows. He looks around again, trying to think of how to explain this. "Wouldn't you be concerned if I stopped analyzing interesting new things for no logical reason?" He looks at Arthur. "Shouldn't /we/ be concerned if you stop EMPHASIZING WORDS and get all.... mild-mannered? I can't in good conscience ignore this. This may be a vacation, but I can't take a vacation from... /caring/ about stuff."
Guest Psyber	Psyber looks up from his hushed conversation with Lillian to see Eryl coming towards him. The half-angel manages a smile and says, "Always and forever. It is the nature of my particular calling to be ever-busy and always working." It is the drink order that finally has the investigator give out a chuckle, "Ah, in America we simply call that a Pabst. It's much easier to order that way."
Arthur Lowell	Arthur sees that handshake retreating. NOPE, ERYL, YOU'RE NOT BACKING OUT THAT EASY. Arthur does several coolkid handshakes in succession, rapidly, and some simultaneously, after grabbing for Eryl's hand through the cloak. He seems to have more than one arm for a moment! With all the daps, pounds, slaps, slides, finger-waggles, and suchlike going on all at once. "Yeah boy yeah, gimmie dat skin. Sort of." He says, eagerly. And then when that's all done, he's back up to grinning at Eryl. "Well, hey, if you're okay with the maybe less-than-perfect ending, thanks. Good to know I was worth trusting, sorry about not bein' able to tell you guys about it." Then he does a sort of fingerguns gesture, with a big toothgleaming grin, before going to go hassle someone else while he eats.
Mizuki	Suddenly, Lillian looks away from the window to pull off her night cap. She pulls a cyan gemstone out from it, unceremoniously tossing it across the room at Psyber. Afterward, she goes right back to staring out the window. Just like nothing ever happened.
Arthur Lowell	"TRUST ME," Arthur says, closing his eyes and jamming a thumb onto his chest. "You ain't NEVER gonna get RID of me. Couple ETERNITIES of hangin' out with ME, you're gonna WISH you could forget me!" A quick laugh, and then, "But HELL, SURE, Mimi! I'll give ya somethin' NICE and TASTEFUL to look at and remember the GOOD TIMES, yeah! It'd be nice doin' that with a couple less RULES and a lot less SERIOUSNESS about it. And shit, you know I'mma do ALL KINDS of shit if it gets ya HAPPIER."
Mizuki	Mizuki looks to Kotone and gives yet another nod. "Mmm. I'd be glad to have your input as well, Kotone. I feel that, if the world receives thoughts and creations from other people, it will spur its growth. Perhaps more sentient beings will appear, and perhaps that will give the world better... 'defenses', too. Regardless, I've deduced that a purely solitary world can never be the ideal host for life that I wish for it to be. New dreams from trusted sources are things I am very appreciative of."
Faruja	Faruja stands, all grins, and offers his hand to Ainsley. "Nay chair nor couch shall bar our path!" Then, he casts a float spell on them both, and he's a good inch or two above the ground. He snaps his fingers, and that record playing starts a classical music piece. Taking her arm, he stares into her eyes as he spins and floats in the air, an occasional burst of gravity punting a chair out of the way. The music picks up a bit half-way through, a spanish dance perhaps somewhat inspired from Ainsley's own homeland! Over on the couch, Acolyte Strawberry is devouring the fruit of her namesake and sipping wine. "Don't trip Inquisitor! You have two left claws after all~" Teases the acolyte.
Mizuki	In response to Ainsley, Mizuki had intended to shunt all the chairs and tables off to the walls, but it seems like Faruja as things well in hand. She crosses her legs and rests a cheek in her hand, bemused, keeping her eyes fixed on them as they begin to twirl in the sky. As they move, the ceiling becomes outright invisible, allowing the still setting sun to serve as the spotlight that illuminates their antics. Her smile slowly grows, and though she sporadically considers contribution of some witticism or another, she ultimately decides to leave them to it. She lives to observe these sorts of 'performances', after all.
Guest Psyber	Psyber does that totally awesome cool guy catch type thing where he raises up a hand and easily snatches the gemstone out of the air with two fingers. He then spins it across his knuckles, pops it up onto the air, and catches it with his whole hand in a casual sort of gesture. After this, of course, he starts to make his way over to Mizuki. Eventually, he'll hold his hand out to her, palm up, displaying the gem, "I'd suggest you watch all of this some time. It contains a good deal of info about your original self that you may find useful, or that will give you a deeper understanding. it will also show you the scope which your friends are willing to act on your behalf."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa says "Thank you and yes isolation can lead to stagnation a few nations on my earth had it happen to them. Keeping things open will spur growth even for any problems it might cause." So more natives to Mizuki's world that is quite the possiblity she thinks but well she's in to see this through. "I nearly hid after under a rock myself in regards to the outside world." She gives Psyber anbd Mizuki some space as he's clearly got something of imporance to deliver ot her and she doesn't want to get in his way. This however does not level her from watching Ainsley and Faruja with a big grin on her face for the moent. They were an odd couple but it really did seem to work.
Staren	Staren blinks, and his ears twitch. "...Very well. As long as it's being handled." He scoops some more refreshments onto his plate and takes a seat to watch Faruja and Ainsley dance.
Mizuki	It's a fairly well-established facet of Arthur and Mizuki's interaction in public at this point that, as Arthur grows louder, Mizuki grows quieter. A part of her misses the quieter Arthur that had been around when her world was on the verge of collapse, certainly, but she can't deny how happy it makes her when he uses his shouting voice to declare things so... well, sweet. He spouts on about how he'll pester her until she's sick of him, and and how he'll do what she asks only because he knows it will make her happy, and what can she do but smile? Once, it was hard for her to tolerate his loudness. Then it became neutral. Now, it's like an extremely welcome treat. As she's so aptly put forward before, it certainly helps that her ears can't experience sensory overload like other's can, but still. There is sentimental significance to this! "I'll look forward to it, then." By comparison, however, her own words emerge a bit quietly, and wistfully. She flicks a finger to adjust a bang, when in reality she might just be brushing away a phantom sensation of moistness. She can't remember the last time she's managed to make friends like this -- really, she doesn't know that she ever has. Even now as she's begun to adjust to it, it's a bit much to take at times.
Eryl Fairfax	Eryl is caught off-guard by coolkid handshakes! But, Original Face to the rescue! He manages to figure out how it might follow up at times, so he doesn't /totally/ look like a dork. Still pretty dorky through, considering he is a grown man doing this sort of thing. But, back to Psyber! Eryl smirks and says, "Oho? American beer culture is so fascinating. Tell me, is water collected from the toilet of a grotty restroom station a Budweiser or a Coors Light?" Taking a plate, he tosses one of those fillets into the air, and on its way down, slices it into strips with his Ungraspables, all of which land on the plate. Pausing for any applause of words of praise, he presents the strips to Psyber. "Seriously though, it's a party. I am sure that your worry is well-founded, but everything that awaits you at the office should remain there for now. This is a time for celebration." He then leans in and whispers into the detective's ear, "Don't make me destroy that carefully cultivated image by feeding you in front of all these people." With another grin, he pulls back and looks to the rest of the part ohnopeoplearefloating. He quickly averts his eyes and laughs. "While I am sure that your dance moves are the most stylish of your worlds Father Faruja, Miss Ainsley, you will have to forgive me if I do not watch them."
Mizuki	Once she's had her own, good time to recover, Mizuki draws a breath and turns to face Eryl. "Oh, come now - there's nothing to 'spare'. I have far more space than I could ever dream of putting to use. My house is far too large for one person to occupy all by their lonesome. So take all of it that you like! And I eagerly await seeing what it is you have to add to the mosh pit. Truly." The irony is, the one thing Mizuki has that is limited is physical space. She can stretch her world as much as she likes and modify peoples' perception of its proportions, but its -size- is static. For some reason, she has found that it has immense trouble impressing itself upon the rest of the Multiverse. Something like a 'universal aura', she surmises, but that's not something she's overly concerned about. All that aside, she's perfectly content to allow the man to do as he pleases, though she does keep an eye on him. He's a fun one.
Ainsley	For this, Ainsley accepted Faruja's lead, and the float spell allowed her to handle walking about through the air with more ease. Each step and sway looks quite practiced, the lizard woman quite familiar with how to dance along with the Inquisitor, working with him to improvise should they forget any of the normal steps. When the music picks up from more mellow tones to the fiery Spanish sound, she swings the both of them around and takes some of the lead, grinning at Faruja. Part of it is a battle between both of them for control over the dance. But it seems to all be a part of the routine, complete with tail flourishes and at one point Ainsley dips Faruja during one of the role switches. Whenever a piece of furniture is moved, a gust of wind cushions it so it doesn't slam into a wall or a person too violently, the lizard girl keeping aware of their surroundings and directing simple wind magic to accent the gravity spells.
Mizuki	In a brief moment of quiet, Mizuki hears Psyber's voice call to her. She turns to see the gem in his palm. She cants her head slightly to the left and might even raise her brow, but eventually, she nods her understanding. There is nary a thing that man has ever done that has not been in her best interest, so she'll assume for the time being that this is another of his ploys to further her personal growth. Not... that she minds those 'ploys' at all; in fact, it almost seems he's a sort big brother to her at times, but... ahem. As expected, you would -never- hear her say this out loud. "Some other time," She eventually says. "We may meet at the same place as we did before for that occasion." That's her oblique way of suggesting that she's aware of this stone's import. Her shack is a very personal place, after all.
Guest Psyber	Pressure is being put onto Psyber about his current state of being. He takes a page from Nathan's book. Owing to this, Psyber's response to Eryl is also applicable to Staren: The half-angel simply lifts his hands up and defensively says, "Hey now. I put away the tablet and was talking to people. I dunno what else you guys want me to do to show I'm relaxing. I left the flower print shirt and sandals at home, so I'm not sure how much more I can convey relaxation or recreation." "If there's some better way, please tell me." Though he'll also answer Eryl's original, if joking, question, "Budweiser is just water. Coors is Toilet water because at least it has a flavor."
Faruja	Faruja leads along for quite a bit, illuminated by the light hat Mizuki summons. The looks of Eryl, Staren, and Kotone get smiles from the rat, the Burmecian happily showing off for the group. Faruja follows along with the routine, practiced, ready steps that they've done a dozen times. But agression soon builds as they 'battle', the nezumi falling into a dip, righting, and then spinning around. His tail, took, pokes and entwines with Ainsley's! Like a horrible, naughty Burmecian, he'll even occasionally tickle her tail! Faruja grins the entire time too. Then, just to catch his sweet off guard, he casts haste on them, and their vibrant, sweeping dance grows all the faster. Thankfully he keeps these close to the floor this time.
Mizuki	As everyone else chats amongst themselves and the Faruja-Ainsley duo dances, Mizuki eventually rises from her seat, picks up a wine glass, and gingerly rattles a piece of silverware inside of it to elicit a soft, yet fairly loud series of jingles that echo throughout the room. Once she's fairly sure that she has everyone's attention, she looks to Arthur. "So, 'profound badness'," She smirks, "do you suppose you might be up for some manipulation of space and nuclear explosions this evening? I certainly hope so -- I believe these good people need some more entertainment." Turning from Arthur to address the group more holistically, she asks in a somewhat louder tone, "Who would like to see some fireworks tonight?" She gives a glance in Faruja and Ainsley's direction. She certainly doesn't want to interrupt them, but she also does not suppose there could be any more fitting and romantic an end to a dance than to hear fireworks exploding, then to look and see them arcing over a sinking sun. So she decides that it would not be such a terrible thing, this little divergence. If the response she receives from the others is favorable, she would step out on to the deck, up to a rail, and rest her arms over the side of the ship. Callia, Palora, Insidia, and Chatrinelle all follow her, but Lillian lags a bit behind. She... might steal a glance in their direction a few times, though it's unclear if she does so out of annoyance or something a bit more nuanced. Regardless, Mizuki won't keep the rest of them waiting for very long.
Staren	Staren's ear flicks as he looks back at Psyber. "It's not that. But I contacted Nathan and confirmed you're okay, so I'll stop bothering you about it." He smiles to Mizuki. "Sounds good! Should the dancers move outside to the deck, then?" He picks up his tray of food to follow and see the fireworks.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa hears the word American beer that gets a bit of though American beer culture is interesting but well she has her personal biases against American beer. Still she seems to be making her way to go join in on the goverstation as Mizuki gets up to something and and it seems that fireworks is what's she's up to. "I think that would be a fine idea. I think Staren's got the right idea about the dancers." She also turns to Psyber nwo having felt now might not be a bad time to speak up. "Hello again Psyber, you haven't been kidding about how things are so busy for you."
Mizuki	Once she's reached the railing, Mizuki turns back to Staren to say, "I believe the dancers should do as they please. If they're caught in the rapture of their flurry, then I see no reason to disturb them, but if they wish to move with us then that's absolutely fine as well."
Ainsley	The dance flows onward, with Ainsley touching her nose at Faruja's cheek at one point, and at another she touches at his lower back lightly with one hand, and generally there are a lot of the suggestive but not at all lewd moves that come with a lot of the more active dances. The way she laughs and smiles, there's a certain innocent playfulness about the whole thing, and she's completely forgotten that anyone is watching them. She can't keep this up forever, though. She's only got so much stamina before she needs to sit down for a while! Though that has nothing to do with the Haste spell, which only serves to further blur the fact that anyone else is even there, for her, because they look like blurs to her most of the time.
Eryl Fairfax	Darn, a little too forward at the end there. Original Face saves that for later use. "Apologies, Psyber. Allow me to just say that if you ever need any aid, let me know. That's all." At that, he stops pestering the half-angel and listens to Mizuki. "Fireworks eh? Certainly." Although, the implication of the source of these fireworks concerns him a little. Stepping out onto the deck, he's already reassuring Original Face that they are just simple fireworks.
Arthur Lowell	Arthur's energy, of course, will ease when he's one on one with Mizuki. There's no question about that, as always. But for now, it's one hundred percent full on GUSTO AND ENTHUSIASM. "HELL YEAH." He says, full of eagerness! "I'm /ALWAYS/ up for that! Shit, I'm practically holdin' it IN all the time!" He'll be the first one out the door unless someone really does beat him! "I'll keep the RADIATION down a bit, just for YOU GUYS! Hahahaha. Anyone got any REQUESTS? I got ALL KINDS of shit." He'll be heading up, still levitating his plate behind him while he snacks on more fancy foods! He'd like to get up onto the deck and watch that sunset, even if watching sunsets is only supposed to be done in a cool way when you're alone on a rooftop.
Staren	"Radiation?" Staren's ears perk and rotate, followed by the rest of his face, towards Arthur. "Requests? ...Just show us what you think is coolest, I guess."
Guest Psyber	Staren gets a thumbs up and Eryl gets one too. Psyber then goes, "Thanks. I'll be sure to ask if I ever need the help. All the stuff on my plate lately, I'm sure it'll come in handy." Kotone also gets a faint wave, "Yes, I tend to be kept very busy due to my frequent deployments." After this, though, Psyber will sort of fade to the background and watch things as they happen.
Mizuki	Mizuki is likely to start the fireworks soon, but just before it seems she's about to give her next overture, Palora retreats to whatever wall Psyber is leaning himself against and leans back with him. She'd flash the guardian angel a small, uncharacteristically candid smile before turning her eyes to the sky in her own, unique iteration of anticipation.
Faruja	For a few magical moments, the world is reduced to a lizardess, a rodent, and their shared experiences and love. Even /Arthur/ isn't noticed in his great enthusiasm for (thankfully radiation-free) fireworks spacegod-ism, his eye never moving from his love's as they dance, fight, and generally put on a show of grace, passion, and love that's so inherent to the music they've chosen. When it finally ends, however, the rat has his love in an arm, and offers a bow to the group at large. Then he's sweeping her over to a couch, a bottle of water offered this time to his sweet. The rat himself doesn't look /too/ much better. And then he leans his head against Ainsley, arm and tail entwined with hers as he looks to the sky and the show to follow.
Staren	Staren watches the couple. Maybe he doesn't know a lot about dancing, but he can appreciate what they have. Love is beautiful, and he smiles and claps when they finish and bow.
Mizuki	Once Mizuki has looked back once more to confirm that all those who are going to come outside have, she smiles, turning back to the sky. Mizuki raises her index finger ever-so-subtly, pointing far into the distance where, eventually, a crack would be heard. A large nebula of sparks and color is soon to follow -- red lights which trace an elegant rose on the sky before that flower dyes itself black, its smoke fading fast into the purple, transitory hues of evening. Many more are soon to follow: a simple impression of Arthur's rocket broom outlined in a 'Matrix', dark green, an Ajoran Corss in gold, a sword in red... they continue as if endlessly, each one furtively indicative of something Mizuki associates with each of her friends. She does not once budge from her position on the railing, nor does she ever turn her face to allow the rest of them to see her tears. She had had some form of catharsis that day in the garden, but only now has it hit her in full: it's over. It's all over, and she is almost guaranteed a future with these people. Even if some of them may not live forever, she will never be lonely. She can be sure of that, and she's alltogether too emotional - and too conscious of what a rare, special thing a blessed eternity really is - to stifle her feelings on the matter completely. And she sees no need to, frankly; she just doesn't want to have to explain her feelings to the others... even if she's becoming increasingly uncertain that she will ever need to. The fireworks beat on and on. Mizuki somehow greets each and every one with zeal, even if she had known precisely what they were going to look like moments before. When she manages to steel herself, she calls between the noise, "Whenever you're ready, Arthur." As an author, and as a person, she loves no times in life more than these.
Arthur Lowell	Arthur gets a bit quiet as he watches. There's a palpable sense of more gentle types of happiness below the surface of the bluster that is increasingly palpable. He stays standing and greets Mizuki with the same sort of zeal, and yet, it doesn't seem forced in the least. And then, as the main show goes on, Arthur begins his own. With a flourishing motion, Arthur flicks his hands as if casting stones over the water. Instead, brilliant, shining lights emerge, dancing over the surface of the water that the cruise ship is borne by. Instead of coming to a stop, they continue to bounce, constantly rebounding off of waves. Their crisscrossing trajectories trace gentle lights over the surface of the water, lighting up the beautiful surface. And with one upward motion, Arthur has them begin their launching display. Dozens of brilliant lights blast into the sky in quick pulses, singular large bursts, or constant streams of sparks. It's more like his show for the rabbit knight than the show he put on for the WMAT; it is less about excitement and more about respect. The constructs multiply and spread around the base of the boat, and the streams of light, bursting in the air above, crisscross over the boat itself, creating a light rain of multicolored light that comes down like a gentle snowfall. Where normally Arthur would cultivate excitement, right now he simply cultivates atmosphere. And the atmosphere in question is simple. A gentle, quiet combination of gratitude and respect, a sort of soft and calm feeling of friendship, and above all else, a sober sense of finality, positive despite the cost. Or maybe the tone's just pretentiousness. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes. Whatever the way you try to parse the tone, Arthur has set his show in motion, and respectfully steps back, intending just to find a chair somewhere on the decks here and maybe sit down to watch somewhere next to Mizuki. Of course, and as is somewhat rare, he doesn't really say anything.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa is fairly upbeat about the idea of fireworks and she replies back to Psyber. "I think I'd not still be here if not for quite a few people from Heaven or Hell I must admit, Psyber." She's now fading back a bit herself to wtch just how things play out with the fireworks. She now crane her neck a bit as the fireworks start she wtches each flash of light with as much awe as any child. Somethings just never get old to some people, and this is going to be one of those nights that would be nearly impossible to forget.