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

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Aahhh, that would explain it. And now Rebecca left too. A lone wolf again, Matthew?

[Twiiiiisting to face him, SFC still in hand...]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

It isn't that different from home, you know, Saya.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Sure it is. Plenty different.

[Though she's not about to elaborate and- a little click! coming from the SFC.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He heard that. A frown.]

What did you do?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Stashing the SFC away with a grin.]

Preserved a memory?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Arched eyebrow. Yes, he knows what that means. Did we mention what Naoya's birthday present was--.]

You have the strangest priorities.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She just laughs in response.]

Not a priority. More of a whim.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

You have odd whims, too, but at least that fits the idea of a cat.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Good to know I remain true to my favorite animal?

[Reaching over to pet Motz. What a spoiled kitty.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[A grin.]

So you do have loyalty! I was wondering what you were loyal to.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Besides me, myself, and I....?

My way of life, good food, and trying to help people. I think they count.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He considers this.]

Loyalty to an entire group of people, rather than a particular country or fiefdom. Yes, that sounds about fitting for you.

[Pet pet pet the kitten~]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

You say that like you know me so well!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[A thoughtful pause--he provides his fingers as a toy for the kitten, dragging them along the couch and watching her pounce for them, retrieving them just in time.]

Hmm. I'd say I do. Granted, there are a few things I don't know about you, but for the most part...

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[A pause and she simply watches him play with Motz for a while, considering her answer.]

.... Yeah well, likewise.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He's silent, then, playing with the cat still, as if it takes all of his concentration.

He is curious...but he's not going to ask.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... she's not sure if she wants to leave it like that so she'll take a chance.]

We haven't played the question game in a while.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

...We haven't.

[A tilt of his head, and--

Well. He trusts her. So.]

Ladies first?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Let's see, they've covered acquaintances, friends, lords, romantic interest...]

Relatives?

[No specifics. She knows very well not to make assumptions here.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I honestly have no idea.

And you?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Never had time for me. Nice people though, I'm sure.

[A laugh and she absently pets Motz.]

Then... you grew up mostly on your own, I take it?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

That's right. That's where I picked up most of my trade. And when.

[He learned to be a thief young.]

...They never had time for you? So how did you grow up?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Cynically. Lonely. Upset. [... she doesn't want to talk about it, but this is Matthew. She can deal.] Moved around a lot, basically. Orphanages, foster families, distant relatives... [A wave of her hand. You name it.]

But I get that. I used to be rather fond of the five-finger discount, too. [A wink and she laughs, lightening the mood in the only way she knows how- being herself.] But... No mentors? Old friends?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He nods. It makes a lot of sense.]

I see.

...Heh, not really. As kids, we would sometimes band together for survival, but it never lasted long. It was more a fight for survival than anything. Really, I was pretty lucky; Ostia is a big place, after all. Lord Uther found me anyway.

[...]

...When did you lose your memories?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[A hand absently goes up to the back of her head as she consider that. When...?]

My memories start at 10 years old.

You're luck's one thing you've got going for you. [A bit of a laugh.] Lord Uther... How long was it before he found you?