He's never been here before, and he's curious about how vintage it is, and how some of this works. But also, uh, he's on the Astral Express!!!! and this is extremely awkward. Kafka's got some business with Himeko, and he's stable enough for now to talk to the others if he wants. It'll probably take a couple hours. He stands beside the window and glances outside at the Jade Gate.
This is where he lives now. ... Interesting. Blade feels so out of place; he can only imagine a long life species living among short life ones must feel the same. Though once, a very long time ago, he remembered... he came from somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn't matter anymore, maybe somewhere that doesn't even exist anymore. It's not worth thinking about.
He finds a random book on a table and browses it idly while attempting to ignore Welt's eyes boring into the back of his head. ... Is this a graphic novel about mechas? He squints and looks at it harder, trying to figure out if this is fictional or not.]
March has made her displeasure with Kafka and Blade's arrival quite clear, so much so that Mr. Yang has had to warn her to tone it down a bit. Luckily, Kafka doesn't seem to take her anger all that seriously. Unluckily, that only incenses March further.
Dan Heng and Stelle have both made themselves scarce. Mr. Yang is seated in a chair nearby, all quiet tension but not willing to make his thoughts known, and Pom Pom is flitting around trying to keep busy. That leaves March to keep an eye on Blade while Kafka and Himeko talk about who-knows-what.
There's a squealing noise as she drags a chair over to the table where he's sitting. She moves it just close enough to be looming (as much as someone of her stature can loom over him) before she sits down in it.]
[Even some alien race born without ears would have heard the screech of that chair. Blade's eyebrows furrow, but he doesn't give her more than a second glance until she pulls right up to him and sits down. Blade, who is at least six feet tall, does not feel loomed over at all. She might be able to tell he's reading some in universe version of Gundam though. It's Welt's because of course it is.
He regards her from behind the book, and lowers it after a moment. What was her name? Her body language is defensive, and she definitely seems like she doesn't want him to be here. That makes two of them... She is one of his friends, but he doesn't remember much beyond that.]
I wasn't planning on it.
[She reminds him of Silver Wolf somehow. Maybe it's her age, or her stature, but he finds it difficult to be more than superficially annoyed. Maybe that's just Kafka's Spirit Whisper suppressing the monster for now.]
Do you fear I will harm your friend? You should be more concerned about yourself, girl. If the mara strikes, I cannot guarantee your safety.
[March does take a moment to see what he's reading, expecting it to be some kind of EVIL MURDER BOOK or something, and is surprised that it's just a graphic novel. Huh. Clearly he left his EVIL MURDER BOOK at home and is just browsing what's here.
That's a surprisingly normal think for him to do.
She will not be fooled, however. Stellaron Hunters are not to be trusted. Just because he's reading not!Gundam doesn't make him any less dangerous or anything.]
I'm not scared of you.
[Because of course she hears his warning as a threat.]
[While Dan Heng was reading books, he was mastering the sword!!!!!
March declaring she's not scared of him would be extremely funny if he wasn't deadly serious about the mara part. He stares at her for a minute with bright, unnatural eyes... and then he sighs.]
Did the General not teach you about the mara-struck?
[For all his grumbling, this is where he shows his patience.]
Those cursed with immortality eventually suffer the effects of the mara. It is something inside me that suffers nothing to stand in my way. When the mara grows agitated, I lose control of myself entirely. I no longer recognize friend from foe.
You don't want to be sitting beside me when that happens.
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He's never been here before, and he's curious about how vintage it is, and how some of this works. But also, uh, he's on the Astral Express!!!! and this is extremely awkward. Kafka's got some business with Himeko, and he's stable enough for now to talk to the others if he wants. It'll probably take a couple hours. He stands beside the window and glances outside at the Jade Gate.
This is where he lives now. ... Interesting. Blade feels so out of place; he can only imagine a long life species living among short life ones must feel the same. Though once, a very long time ago, he remembered... he came from somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn't matter anymore, maybe somewhere that doesn't even exist anymore. It's not worth thinking about.
He finds a random book on a table and browses it idly while attempting to ignore Welt's eyes boring into the back of his head. ... Is this a graphic novel about mechas? He squints and looks at it harder, trying to figure out if this is fictional or not.]
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BOMBASTIC SIDE-EYE!!!!!March has made her displeasure with Kafka and Blade's arrival quite clear, so much so that Mr. Yang has had to warn her to tone it down a bit. Luckily, Kafka doesn't seem to take her anger all that seriously. Unluckily, that only incenses March further.
Dan Heng and Stelle have both made themselves scarce. Mr. Yang is seated in a chair nearby, all quiet tension but not willing to make his thoughts known, and Pom Pom is flitting around trying to keep busy. That leaves March to keep an eye on Blade while Kafka and Himeko talk about who-knows-what.
There's a squealing noise as she drags a chair over to the table where he's sitting. She moves it just close enough to be looming (as much as someone of her stature can loom over him) before she sits down in it.]
Don't try anything funny. I've got my eye on you.
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He regards her from behind the book, and lowers it after a moment. What was her name? Her body language is defensive, and she definitely seems like she doesn't want him to be here. That makes two of them... She is one of his friends, but he doesn't remember much beyond that.]
I wasn't planning on it.
[She reminds him of Silver Wolf somehow. Maybe it's her age, or her stature, but he finds it difficult to be more than superficially annoyed. Maybe that's just Kafka's Spirit Whisper suppressing the monster for now.]
Do you fear I will harm your friend? You should be more concerned about yourself, girl. If the mara strikes, I cannot guarantee your safety.
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That's a surprisingly normal think for him to do.
She will not be fooled, however. Stellaron Hunters are not to be trusted. Just because he's reading not!Gundam doesn't make him any less dangerous or anything.]
I'm not scared of you.
[Because of course she hears his warning as a threat.]
I happen to be a pretty great fighter, you know.
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March declaring she's not scared of him would be extremely funny if he wasn't deadly serious about the mara part. He stares at her for a minute with bright, unnatural eyes... and then he sighs.]
Did the General not teach you about the mara-struck?
[For all his grumbling, this is where he shows his patience.]
Those cursed with immortality eventually suffer the effects of the mara. It is something inside me that suffers nothing to stand in my way. When the mara grows agitated, I lose control of myself entirely. I no longer recognize friend from foe.
You don't want to be sitting beside me when that happens.