overjoyed_logs | Closed(ish) | Guarding Mr. Daisy

[Later than they'd intended, but they'd arrived without incident to the set of suites allotted to Sion and his guards - not much. Two sleeping rooms, a bath, and a central sitting room.

They'd split once inside, Lavi to check the bath and the room designated for them and Kanda the sitting room and Sion's. After a long moment, he poked his head out the door and waved Sion in before disappearing back in once again to go through the closet more thoroughly.]

Everything seems to be in order, Sion, but there are a few places left to check, just to be sure.

[Once he can hear the other's footsteps enter the room, he calls back over his shoulder, the perpetual scowl still in place.]

...I don't get it. You're high enough in the Company to have commissioned a security detail. So why'd you ask for us specifically?

Edited 2017-02-20 01:33 (UTC)

[Closing the door behind him, Kanda sighs and crosses to one of the beds, pulls the katana from the clip on his hip and lays it carefully on the bed before flopping down onto his back.

Reaching up, he runs a hand over his face, mind still assessing defenses, choke points, the myriad of ambush points he'd seen between entering the compound.]

Sion's settled for the night.

[Dropping his hand, he turns to look at Lavi, a slight frown on his face. ]

I'm going to walk the compound, try to make a more complete assessment. You coming, or are you already in 'Bookman mode'?

[Because he knows, doesn't he? Kanda's here for Sion, but Lavi - he's here for the history in the making.

And honestly - he can't fault the man for doing what he's been trained to do. Besides, he should be enough to guard Sion's back for a few days.]

[Takasugi isn't alone as the delegates dissemble for the night, drinks already in hand for many. From the side of a Leithan who recognizes him from a bar - congratulating him on his talent - to accompany a bar owner from Old Town who is looking for nothing but profit.

His family died in the chaos, he says. But Takasugi knows his wife and child left years ago - the barkeep's complaints had been loud enough for every patron to hear. Likely with the hope for extra tip.

Setting up a fund with this man should funnel some of the relief money away nicely. With platitudes and vapid assurances of understanding, the deal is made - and Takasugi sets his sights on a perfect transition.

He joins Kanda's side with no veneer of stealth, an arm drifting around the other's shoulder - not resting it's weight but raised to point to the bar.] Sobriety doesn't suit one well in this place. [Oh, but-] Not that you're suited to talks of peace... [The brat is made for war, he suffocates himself by dampening it's imminence.]

Lavi...?

[ —Sion's voice is a light, fluting thing, his smile triumphant if only because he's managed to get the other man alone at long last, securing a moment to...! Extend to him a parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with red string. And even if the trimmings should do precious little to hide the contents of the offering itself—books, no doubt, from the size and shape—isn't it the thought, the sentiment behind the gift which counts?

Gratitude, for the time when Lavi had needed no warrant to protect him; relief, in knowing that the man has made a swift recovery; and ...happiness, in seeing Lavi again.

These three simple, small notes, had come together in a chord so profound that it had prompted Sion to scour through the relics left to him by his late father, that which hadn't been scavenged by others in the wake of the man's death: history. Journals and other accounts of the early colonization of Leith; stories, revolving around how the moon came to be. ]

I hope you can accept this as a 'thank you'.

[ Coming to a "peace summit" on a moon that recently rioted, for the purpose of the people doing the rioting is not exactly Rhys's ideal vision of a week well-spent. He might not have a head for danger or when hes about to get into it and he certainly isn't keen on being back so soon after that whole bandit ordeal, but...it could be useful. There will be people there for Westerley and Leith, people who could maybe be of some use in getting his plan off the ground.

Rhys lives a cushy lifestyle. There's no doubt about that. He has access to money and funds from his family's accounts and his own stake in the Company, but it's not enough to fund what he's got in the works, and he can't exactly see either his family or The Company being big on lending their Joy to the cause. He needs resources and backers beyond his own personal scope, and a way to make some profits fairly quickly.

So...networking. He can do this. He may be a Kendry in name, but that's really about it in the scope of evil genius levels of manipulation and competency. He's better at talking the talk than walking the walk. So he's hoping that helps him out here as he stands around and tries not to look too uncomfortable with this whole thing...

Until he spots Kanda and his stomach promptly drops even more because he sure did get his...husband? Partner?? Into a lot of trouble earlier. And while Kanda isn't exactly the nicest guy around Rhys feels like he should at least...say something. Right? So he swallows his drinks, clears his throat a little, and decides to head over. ]

H, heeeeeyh, [ yeah he may have burped a little mid-word don't think about it ] --sorry that was the water. Ho uh...how you doing? You're what? Working?

Edited 2017-02-21 03:51 (UTC)

[This assignment, it's lousy. There's too much waiting around and skulking about and keeping quietly out of sight and it's not the kind of thing he excels at, all this sitting on his hands. He understands the reasons for it (no one wants to be overtly confronted by the murder squad at a peace summit of all places), knows how to be subtle and silent and unseen, but there's still a significant part of him that hopes shit will hit the fan, that he'll be needed for something other than frequent security sweeps and covert listening in.

And speaking of security sweeps, that's what he's engaged in right now. Again. He finds himself being sent out on them more often than is strictly necessary, sometimes just to get him out from underneath Sui Feng's feet or to shake loose the dangerous restlessness that builds up in him whenever he has to remain inactive for too long. And perhaps this is a good thing, perhaps this is what he needs right now, something sedate after all the chaos of the riots and the hollowed-out madness it had caused in him. But that doesn't mean he has to like it.

He's been sent off with a Handler on this sweep, the woman assigned to him just a few corridors away but close enough to catch up soon-- he's being watched a little more closely right now (which is to say, he's barely let out of the sight of someone positioned above him) in the wake of the riots incident, and it's just one more thing that skitters and slides beneath his skin like the movement or tiny ants.

As things stand, he's not exactly feeling chipper. So when he rounds a corner and comes face to face with a certain killjoy (he'd thought he'd caught a familiar scent of flowers and metal and blood), he almost turns on his heel and goes back the way he came. Almost.]

Edited 2017-02-22 12:50 (UTC)

[Kate is actually weirdly in her element here. Her father forced her into enough galas and fundraising events that Kate is used to the social niceties and subtleties of something like this, even if there's so much more at stake. The problem comes from the fact that there are a lot of people from Leith here, and a lot of people who recognize her, so she's near constantly dodging them while trying to actually get things done. It's exhausting, and by mid-afternoon, her ribs are absolutely killing her, and she's forced to duck into a stairwell, leaning against the wall as she struggles to catch her breath.

She doesn't expect to see Lavi there, and she stands up so quickly that her injuries scream in protest and she winces, swallowing. Play it cool, Bishop. Stand up straight and suck it up.]

Hey. Fancy seeing you here.

[ A round table centered within the arching walls of a ballroom; a dozen delegates seated and more wafting through, for here there is ample space to house an audience, murmurs of private commentary (speculation, criticism, and study of those engaged in conversation all) serving as a backdrop to the proceedings.

There are many voices to be heard: those of the Westies, as they should have rightfully been before peaceful protest had escalated into riot; those of the Leithians, wishing to extend a hand in peace in the wake of the P43X attack; and one... belonging to man displaced, whose father tied him to Leith, his mother to Westerley, and his heart to everyone in the room, both standing and seated, his words reaching out to them as the discussion itself seemed to take a great breath—

❝The Accords have fallen, but their repeal will not herald an age in which we sow hatred rather than peace, where we promote conflict rather than cooperation which might help all people achieve justice and prosperity. This cycle of suspicion and discord must end, and we must be the ones to seek out our new beginning.

I dare to propose a solution which will not only continue to allow those of Westerley to work toward futures upon Leith, but so too allow those of Leith to expand beyond the boundaries of the moon and look toward new horizons Westerley.

Leith and Westerley are not exclusive, they need not be in competition. They are sister moons, and by this bond, they will either strengthen one another and flourish together, or they will fall in a manner none too dissimilar from the Accords.

Let us work together toward instating law which dictates that Leithians who, in good faith, cede land for the sole purpose of resettling Westies may in turn receive permits to bring their businesses to Westerley.

There is opportunity which we have not yet explored, ways in which Leith and Westerley might enrich one another. With the presence of Leithian entrepreneurs upon Westerley, the economy of both moons will experience growth. Citizens of Westerley will be able to secure new employment and provide for their families without looking toward the Company, and Leith stands only to benefit from such an expansion.❞

"Sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ... ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ."

"Wᴏᴜʟᴅ Lᴇɪᴛʜɪᴀɴs ʙᴇ sᴏ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴀɴᴅ? Is ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴘʀᴏsᴘᴇᴄᴛs ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ?"

❝It is enough such that two parties, one not present today, are interested. Myself and Julius Visconti included. More will come to share our sentiment, of this I am certain.❞

The dialogue shifts to debate no sooner than the statement—bold, certainly, for a Company man, regardless of rank—falls from Sion's lips, the advocacy and healthy dispute from the other delegates leaving the Director hopeful when the negotiations draw to a close, six-thirty (dinner) swiftly approaching.

It isn't until after Sion has bid several of those who'd given him their support in the deliberations farewell—thanking each for not withholding their ideas, their opinions on how to forge a lasting bond between moons anew—that he catches a wisp of something familiar in his peripheral: floral hairpins and lace, evocative of a warm golden gaze which mirrors his own and a smile which the Director glimpses in his mind's eye long before he turns, greeting its owner for himself: ]

Lapis? [ Though she'd not told him she would be present at the summit, he cannot say he is surprised—an information broker, Lapis would surely attend so very large a gathering, and more than that, he has seen how much she cares for others; how she'd tended to those injured during the riots at her own expense. More than anything, Sion knows she wishes for a peaceful future for both Leith and Westerley, and perhaps... Just maybe, she'd come to wish him well.

Upon bridging the distance between them, his happiness to see her is unabashed: ] Have you been here for long?

Edited 2017-02-26 02:30 (UTC)

[ Evening on the summit's third day finds the Director fulfilled, confident that the voices of so, so very many will be answered in kind, granted response by neither oppression, nor violence, but by the placement of a new star in the sky—hope, kindled again by the signing of a new agreement between sister moons, strengthening each for the years to come. But the negotiations haven't yet finished, paused only briefly for the night, and in the interim Sion takes to the hedge-gardens of the biodome within the compound, his feet traversing the pathway before him as his mind drifted elsewhere, his thoughts somewhere in the aether high, h i g h above where his body remained grounded, moving without truly seeing.

Fact: Sion Astal is a man given to brooding, and brooding deeply, such that very little boasts a chance at pulling him free of his pensive bout of reflection, save for...!!

A hedge wall.

A hedge wall which neither member of his security detail might have protected him from (...nor would he have wished for them to...), for however absent-minded he'd been, the Director's footfalls had been incredibly brisk of pace, leaving no room for interference with a too-inevitable collision destined to be with a horrific mass of evergreen shrubbery. ]

…!!

[ ...with the majority of the summit's representatives currently at dinner, no one should have laid witness to this embarrassment, right?... ]

Ah--...

[ Very much in the moment (now that he's gone to war with a hedge, bearing several small scuffs and scratches upon his face as a result of a resounding loss in battle.....), his golden eyes are wide, sharpened and alert only to find???

His braid is caught somewhere, either upon the hedge's fencing or its many branches.

But where is the question??? This is shaping up to be quite the night... ]

[Truth be told, there are too many of his 'bonds' starting to cross, too many people that Kanda is just now realizing he's invested in. And while he's not like his partner - determined to hide behind an every failing attempt at impartiality - he's still not familiar with how this works enough to be entirely comfortable with so many people prying into who he is, or who he was.

So moments like this in the vigilance of the day?

Ones he needs, ones that help ground him in the midst of so much bullshit.

Which is why, with Lavi working on his records in their room now that the first full day is closed and Sion preparing for the next in his own room, Kanda had taken the opportunity to slip out, to conduct his evening security check, and steal a few quiet moments in the gardens.

He'd settled with sitting on a backless bench, one hand absently tracing the delicate lines of a night-blooming flower - something so out of place on this shitty little moon.

Too bad this moment of quiet isn't likely to last...]

By the time he made it to the Summit, Ryner was exhausted. Which wasn’t exactly surprising. He’d been traveling most of the day, after all. Wouldn’t have even shown up at all if it hadn’t been for the fact that Sion had seen fit to deliberately leave him behind, and that was just stupid.

So! He’d walked, and run a little, and finally made it, but once that was accomplished he had to walk through all the throngs of people (annoying) and ask around for his idiot Director (even more annoying, since the sun was long down by now and all he really wanted was a nap before the next day’s talks started again). Still, there was nothing for it, and he had no particular inclination to stalk the guy to whatever audience he was babbling in front of. Again.

So he asked a few people and managed to find his way to the suite Sion had been granted. Not just him, though. The people protecting him here were said to be in the suite too, which was a little too crowded for Ryner’s comfort but it wasn’t as if Sion ever slept to begin with. He just hoped the others were able to rest a little. He was sure as hell going to.

The main room of the suite was dark, as he’d been expecting. There was a door leading…somewhere, and he didn’t really care enough to open it at the moment but assumed that might be where any other people might be staying. Not that it mattered, they were probably with Sion at whatever talk was going on anyway.

So without further ado, Ryner went to the sleeping room with the completely undisturbed bed, took off his shoes and passed the hell out. Enjoy, Sion.

W6D2 - For Sion

W2D2 - Lavi

teach it to others til your knuckles bleed ❁ W6D2

Lavi; W6D2

W6D3 - Kanda

W6D4 let's say? - Kanda

w6d5, if that works? for lavi!

Lapis, Kanda; W6D4

Alice; W6D5

Jack - W6D3? Evening

W6D...4? 5? 6? idk but he showed up. In Sion's bed, even.