video ● fourteenth reflection

[straying]

Quick word of advice: be careful! No, I mean it. I don't want to hear any of that tough guy [her voice drops an octave as she imitates some gruff bravado] 'I've got it covered' or something silly like 'You're overreacting!' [she snickers] Better safe than sorry, ladies and gents.

Oh! But that's not what I wanted to take care of here. I thought it'd be about time I took care of this so... [A soft mew comes from somewhere offscreen and Saya laughs. Then standing up from the couch and when she sits back down, she has this cutie in her lap.] Say hi!

[Saya seems to be amused as she gently takes one of the kitten's paws in hand and waves towards the camera of the SFC.]

Motz, Vatheon. Vatheon, meet [INHALE] Matthew Obi Train Zen. Or Motz for short! Don't let the names fool you, she's much better behaved than any of them.

[Sticking her tongue out playfully- obviously directed at the aforementioned dudes. Snickering a bit, she seems quite content.]

So if you drop by the apartment, don't be surprised to see her. Or maybe come by with the intention of seeing her- she's a good girl, promise! Though I'm not about to say no to any help taking care of her, either. Shirayuki's got my back, but I've never had a pet before... [A thoughtful pause and tilt of her head, was there anything else...]

Hm, I guess I should wrap this up now. [Sobering up a bit, she smiles again.] Everyone, make sure you take care. I could name a few people that I'm especially concerned about, but... you know who you are. Call me if any problems arise. See you all later.

[a salute and the feed ends with a click!]

[OOC: For redcloakedthief countrybeloved ninjaservant sweepered, feel free to tag in with action! But know that when you do, Saya and Shirayuki will tag you back seperately. o/]

Comments

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Hahaha, ah, he is amused now too.]

I know.

And it would be their fault for being criminals and being knocked out, you know. That is an invitation to take their things.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Hardly! The reward money should be enough, you can at least leave them with their possessions and fragments of their pride.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

That depends on how you look at it. You might just be leaving them with their resentment.

That would be rather dangerous, wouldn't you say?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

A little, but they're bound to resent you anyway if you turn them in. They might like you even less if they found out that you took their stuff. It's just plain mean.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Ah. I suppose. I forgot how loud of a job being a sweeper is.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Pfft.]

Says the guy who had the city in an uproar after he broke into the church.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

People can talk about whatever they'd like to talk about, so long as they aren't talking about me.

I messed up there, not thinking that these fairies might be watching us. I assure you that normally they don't know that it's me who was snooping.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Mm-hmm. We'll see again when the fairies disappear, won't we?

[signing off his stupidity-]

Spy work sounds like such a hassle.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

We will. I have faith in my abilities; don't you?

[He chuckles.]

"Spy work" is such a vague term. I suppose when put that way, it would be a hassle.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Enough.

[She shrugs. Watch her fret that day anyway-]

... yeah in general, it sounds like it. Always have to double-check things! Be careful, consider all possible outcomes, pick through information, lie a lot...

[Bleh.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...]

Sounds as though you're describing infiltration work. Which can be tedious, I'll give you that; pretending to be someone you aren't will never be easy. Field work was always much easier, however. Though I never had much of a taste for decoding; that was nothing but paperwork.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Paperwork is the most horrifying thing in existence, second only to boredom.

[FACT.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Agreed.

[Amuuused.]

It sounds as though that is a constant, across worlds and across jobs.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Well, no duh! Who would ever be satisfied with that kind of life? It's too... simple.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. It certainly is lacking in action. It's better left to the mages and such. They seem to enjoy it well enough, from what I can tell.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Ahh, bookworms. They're great for learning about other things in large amounts, considering how much they ramble.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He can't help it. He laughs.]

Imagine a group of them all together.

I quickly learned which groups were not worth eavesdropping on in our army.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[.... oh, that image-]

They must... never stop....

[She tilts her head.]

I wonder if that's what a fancy pants college is like.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[A tilt of his head, trying to piece it together from the context.]

An academy?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Along those lines! Where the people with the big brains all gather and learn things. First they learn from books, then they talk about what they've learned, then they learn from listening to each other talk, then they get curious and consult the books! Rinse, wash, repeat.

[isn't she so good at describing things

THIS COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO NEVER HAD THAT MUCH OF AN EDUCATION-]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.]

Yes, that sounds like an academy. Again, we left that to the mages; they were the ones who had all of the time to spend amongst the stuffy books and even stuffier conventions for such things. Lord Pent was remarkable when he got going about anima magic.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, amused at the idea of all that.]

Exactly how many were you in your group? I've been hearing so many names...

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He does not need to hesitate. This says something about how he keeps track of things.]

There were forty-seven of us by the time we fought the dragon; forty-two troops, three who led, namely Lord Hector, Lord Eliwood and Lady Lyndis, Merlinus, who was our merchant and was not fond of me and our tactician.

[This is all rattled off effortlessly. Yes, he kept efficient tabs on their army.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[.... snerk.]

Figures you'd clash with the merchant.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...]

Merlinus was a little concerningly overzealous when it came to holding our army's possessions.

I was simply keeping an eye on things.