kin'un time

[ratiocinations]

Who: Kin'un and visitors
When: post-game
Where: Kin'un dorm!
What: bein normal
Warnings: tbd

[we're doing GREAT in here]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ He glances over at her and nods. ]

Yo, what's up?

[ He, uh, also has a huge double saber strapped to his back now.  ]

[threadling]

-- what the hell is that?

[bad_crowmance]

"That" is my double saber.

[  He cannot physically manifest sparkles, but it isn't for lack of trying. ]

[threadling]

That thing looks freakin' dangerous. Shouldn't it be locked up somewhere?

[bad_crowmance]

Of course it's dangerous. It's a weapon.

[ He shrugs and spreads his hands out expansively.  ]

Locking it up would mean not having it on hand when I need it.

[threadling]

So figure out a way to summon it or something -- this room is so tiny, I'm afraid you're gonna club me with it just from turning around.

[bad_crowmance]

[  He crosses his arms over his chest and lifts an eyebrow. ]

"Summon it"? What do you think I am, a witch?

[threadling]

...

...

...yes?

[bad_crowmance]

Hah! Vita would get a laugh out of that.

[ He waves a hand back and forth vaguely.   ]

I've worked with a couple, but I'm definitely not one myself.

[threadling]

...if it's not a spellcrafting focus, why the heck do you carry something like that around instead of.

I dunno. A gun?

[bad_crowmance]

My guns weren't here when I got to the dorm.

[  He pauses, and then adds: ]

Besides, I don't always have the luxury of distance to use them effectively.

[threadling]

Why do you need both guns and a sword?!

[bad_crowmance]

[ A grin that is both extra-wide and extra-wicked forms on his face. ]

Because I like the variety!

[threadling]

Are you sure you're not a witch, cause you're totally sounding like some of the complete nutter Mancers I've run into before.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He laughs at that. ]

I'm reasonably confident on this one. Granted, I've never tried to cast any real magic, so who knows?

[threadling]

Whatever.

Ugh, your weird huge sword and your too many weapons isn't even what I wanted to talk about! You distracted me!

[bad_crowmance]

Hey, don't blame me. You're the one who brought it up in the first place.

But sure, what do you wanna talk about?

[threadling]

Ugh.

[She shakes her head.]

During that....wherever it was. When we trapped in that classroom?

[As if any of them could forget.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ The shitty grin fades to a more serious downturn as he looks at her more thoughtfully. ]

Yeah... can't say I loved that whole experience.

What about it?

[threadling]

...

If you heard me shout out a name near the end.

No you didn't.

Get me?

[bad_crowmance]

[ There's a brief grin, something a bit less wicked, before he gives her a wide-eyed look. ]

What name?

/2

[threadling]

I just told you, the one I shouted when we were being attacked by the wi--

[threadling]

Oh, you were.

You were ahead of me. You were already doing it.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lifts a finger to his mouth. ]

Don't worry about me. I can keep a secret.

[threadling]

....yeah.

Just.

Y'know.

If you have any names that are important to you, just keep them to yourself.

[She said to REAN SCHWARZER.]