Logfile from M3

"Now I know I've got to-- run away, I've got to-- get away..."

The casual, carefree sound of someone idly singing to himself floats down to Section 11-B. It's rather like the singer got it stuck in his head, and is trying to get it out by singing it aloud. Although it does sound like he's enjoying it.

"--and you'll think love is to pray, but I'm sorry, I don't p-ray that way!"

Sounds rather like Feste's on his way, wasting not a moment in enjoying the crisp, clear day. It is what he does, after all... He's not quite there yet, giving Glyde a little more time to compose himself, but he'll be along soon.

Glyde Loath actually is not present here, quite yet. Indeed, Feste himself would actually have time to land and get settled for a moment before the roar of a jet turbine is heard -- quite out of place in the relatively peaceful surroundings of the place. The roar is heard some moments before it is seen, but eventually the shape of an electric blue hovercycle rounds a bend -- heading towards the prearranged meeting place at an almost obscene speed -- fast enough that the flare of braking thrusters on the front of the vehicle are seen long before the thing itself decelerates -- slowing finally to a hover at the very edge of the lookoff itself -- deploying a pair of landing skids and settling down vertically onto them. Glyde himself is dressed as desced -- except that he is wearing, for the moment, a black helmet with a mirrored visor -- which immediatly comes off, the helmet rested upon the bike's seat as he pulcks a set of mirrored sunglasses from his pocket -- and places them upon his face.

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath says, groggily, "Yeesh, chocolate in the coffee? Is there anything they won't put chocolate in around here?"

[Radio: (G) None] Sasha transmits, "MIKE!"

"Once I ran to you... now I run from you..."

Feste arrives to find the meeting place rather empty. Hmm, alright. He pauses, still singing just audibly, to take a look around. Pretty place. Nice view! Rather different than the last time he was here, but... all the same. "...take my tears, and that's not nearly all, oh!

"Don't touch me, pleeeease, I cannot stand the way you-- teeeease!" Insert the roar of a motorcycle here. The Fool abruptly shuts up, looking for the 'cycle that is such a sudden burden on his keen hearing. That must be Glyde. When he actually sees the bike, he smirks. Such a nice bike -- it *must* be Glyde. Feste waits until Glyde's settled himself and come off his bike, and then he takes a courtier's bow, complete with wavy hand gesture.

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath transmits, "Mike? Mike? Who's Mike? That name sounds awfully familiar..."

[Radio: (G) None] Cuauhtemoc transmits, "Michael Eildath?"

[Radio: (G) None] Sasha laughs. "You, Mike! You're awake! And alive!"

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath says, stifling something back. "Mike? Yes... that was what they used to call me. Michael Eildath..."

[Radio: (G) None] Cuauhtemoc transmits, "Has your name changed? I am glad to hear you're well, whatever the case."

[Radio: (G) None] Sasha sounds worried now. "...Are you quite well, though, Michael?"

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath bubbles over with laughter. "I'm fine, Sasha... better than I've been in a long time, thanks to you guys." -pause- "Why am I in Switzerland?"

[Radio: (G) None] Alpha transmits, "...Because of the loose women, Michael."

Even at rest, the turbines of the flying machine still are an annoyance -- like a high pitched child's wail almost. Finally, mercifully even -- Glyde's gloved hand reaches out to thumb the kill switch and the sound quietly dies away. Glyde himself, is different than Feste may remember seeing him. He seems haggard and worn -- some dark circles under his eyes showing off the fact that he's been having some difficulty sleeping. His hair too, is a bit matted -- but still at least presentable. His voice is heard, sounding as tired as he looks. "What the hell happened to you, Man? One minute the other day, we were talking over the radio, then I hear a thumping sound and you're gone."

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath transmits, "Well, yeah, there is this one cute little blonde nurse who's been looking after me... wait, that can't be it!"

[Radio: (G) None] Cuauhtemoc transmits, "Maybe you should ask Doctor Cossack?"

[Radio: (G) None] Sasha laughs again, relieved. "I think it was Father's doing. It's good to hear your voice again!"

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath transmits, "It's good to be talking again. I've been looking over these medical charts while trying to figure out how to turn my CODEC back on. Is it really Saturday already? Well, Friday still for you guys, but... yeah."

[Radio: (G) None] Sasha transmits, "Saturday; I am on Eurasia. But...yes."

[Radio: (G) None] Alpha transmits, "Yes, can I come over or...? Glaive has the head, I think, so I can't give that to you yet."

iLuz (Hardcore) pages: how is?

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath transmits, "I guess so... they haven't said I couldn't have visitors, and they're letting me drink coffee... I can't believe I was out for that long. What the heck happened?"

Feste, who is actually a little on the ragged side himself -- though he's done a fair job of covering it up -- smiles and sighs. "I told you. I got put in jail. Misprision in the *highest* degree, but nonetheless!" He punctuates his comment by thrusting a finger in the air, and quickly brings it back down to his side. Sobering slightly, he continues. "You see, I may be one valiant man with a dream and a romance, but the Paris police are thousands." He pauses. "Well, not thousands. Hundreds. Twenty. Whatever. They did not enjoy my and Daryn's party. Not one bit."

He shrugs helplessly on that note. "And you, what of you, sir? You don't seem much at ease yourself."

[Radio: (G) None] Alpha transmits, "Um, a lot happened. So I'm having trouble starting. Cossack didn't say which facility you were at..."

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath transmits, "I can tightbeam you the address, I think."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Nananananana Hero Man! Nanananananana Hero Man! Hero Man! Hero Man! Hero Man! Nananananananananana HERO MAN!"

[Radio: (G) None] Alpha transmits, "'kay!"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "..."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Michael?"

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Guts Man transmits, "Oh sorry I'm on my break from the tour and watching this old tv show, I was just picturing Hero Man in the lead of the star superhero."

[Radio: (G) None] Michael Eildath transmits, "Hi, Liese! I'm not dead."

[Radio: (F) Hunter] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Ah, I see."

[Radio: (G) None] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Apparently so! This is good. Are you enjoying your sunny tropical vacation?"

Frequency g is now gagged.

Glyde Loath raises an eyebrow -- the blonde bit of hair visible above the rim of his sunglasses. "No, you didn't?" He retorts. "And, I'm not surprised. Paris isn't held by the Mavericks, I know -- but you need to remember that it's surrounded by it. You're lucky they let you off with being put in jail. You could be dead, you know?" He shakes his head. "Daryn, I'd expect suicide from. Figured you had more sense than that." He pauses. "Anyway. You still hang around with Abernathy?"

"Me?" Feste replies, sounding incredulous and amused all at once. "Sense? What? You must be talking about someone else. I'm Feste the Fool; pleasure to make your acquaintance." He flashes a full smile, gauging Glyde for irritability level as he does so. How far can he push, and should he? Oh, the work of a Fool is never done.

"Of course I still hang around with Abernathy," he continues, after a brief pause. Of course he does. Although he hasn't exactly seen much of Abby lately...

Glyde Loath waves one of his leather gloved hand in a sort of dismissing way. "You fail to understand what I mean. I realize you're a fool, Man. However, I'd have thought that you wern't so eager to throw your life away. But if you are, perhaps you ought to repeat the same sort of performance in Berlin?" His tone is laced with sarcam and it is fairly obvious that he's not making an honest suggestion. Glyde however, hasn't made an honest demonstration of irritability yet. Although his next question is delivered fairly quickly. "Then what happened to him? He hasn't been seen for some time now."

The Fool shrugs again, and idly looks around for a place to sit or something. Standing up is all well and good, but. He smirks at Glyde once he's finished his argument. "Idiocy is therapy, as you so eloquently put it. I don't intend to hold any more festivals anywhere in Europe, actually. It makes me nervous. But don't tell anyone, it's a secret! ... and as for Abernathy, well."

He pauses, smile fading somewhat. "He's just been busy lately. The Director's job is a difficult one, you know... though believe me, I've been trying to get him to come out. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, after all... but nooooo."

Glyde Loath raises another eyebrow at the latter part of Feste's first comment, tilting his head to the side in a questioning manner. "No more festivals in Europe, Ah?" He inquires, prodding verbally a little more. "Could it be that the great fool actually does learn?" Again, the tone is laced with sarcasm -- but it's almost tiredly at that. "However, yes. That is what I thought. But the last thing I heard, he ended up injured in the whole Kalinka Cossack thing and has not been seen hide nor hair of since. Which is unfortunate. He's a handsome man, afterall." He changes the subject then, oddly. "So. Did they just arrest you? Or did they beat you and Daryn, as well?"

Feste looks askance, smiling thinly. More like the great fool is a little afraid of the next-door neighbours. But he'd never tell, no sir. His only answer is another helpless, pronounced shrug.

He's got more to say on the second topic, however. "Oh, he's around, I assure you..." He was *about* to say something else, but much to his own surprise (and chagrin) Glyde's complimenting Abernathy has caught him a little off his guard. Oh dear. He covers it up with a smirk. (good move, feste.) "Oh, I believe they got Daryn too. Unfortunate. I should check up on him. Hope he's alright."

Afraid of the next door neighbours? Whatever could he mean by that? Afterall, the Mavericks are such a peaceful and sedate bunch. "Doubtless, he's around.", states Glyde thoughtfully. "I was more asking where." He does not seem to notice Feste's surprise -- too busy posing his next question. "I couldn't give a tinker's damn about Daryn, actually. I asked you -- did they beat you? And if they have, did you seek proper medical attention for it?"

Well, well, isn't that interesting! Feste tries to suppress a grin, only half-succeeding. "How do the Japanese say it? Oh yes. Sore wa... himitsu desu!" Griiiin! "Just know that he's busy taking care of the free world.

"Er-- well... yes, but..." He waves a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. Honest."

Glyde Loath nods once again, giving the other a fairly peculiar look. "Alright. I'll take your word for it." He seems somewhat confused by Feste, when nominally he'd be insulting him or even perhaps laughing right alongside. Surely, something has changed. "Mm." He states, in a non-commital manner -- turning away from Feste to walk to the lookoff itself, resting his elbows against the rail; staring out at the sea. "Tell me something, Fool." He says, seeming to mean the fool as not an insult -- just a title. "If you could have any one thing, what would it be?"

Kalinka arrives from the Honshu.

Kalinka has arrived.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: hey sis

Oh, how sad, how sad. The Fool considers Glyde's melancholy -- but he must address the question before he can address the problem. And as for being called 'Fool,' well, Feste's used to it. He did pick the title for himself.

"A home," Feste replies, honest and sincere. "In every sense of the word." He looks after Glyde a moment, pondering further still. What has dampened this playboy's previously irrepressible attitude? A mystery, a mystery, i'faith.

"Why so sad and civil, sir? You are too fair to play Malvolio. Is all well?"

Kalinka sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Hello Chilly.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission from Chill Snowcat.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: are you and bowie okay?

Kalinka sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Oh yeah. Everything is fine. I owe you big time for helping me out.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: May I join you?

Kalinka sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Oh, I am just out for a little bit, I should be home later.

Glyde and Feste are to be found on a simple lookout, built to overlook the sea. One of the few semi-artificial structures around, with Glyde leaning on the wooden railing that prevents one from falling over the cliff itself. Near to him, a lightning blue colored hovercycle stands idle -- a black helmet with a mirrored visor resting upon it's leather bound seat. The roses upon it's fins identify who it belongs to. One who is familliar with him would probably notice dark arcs beneath his eyes and lines in his face that indicate a lack of sleep, along with a general depressive manner about him. "Malvolio?" He asks Feste -- a dry laugh coming from his throat. "There was a time that I compared myself to Orisino. To love love more than life. But now, sadly, Malvolio is a fairly fitting representation of me. Although I would like to think that I lack the malice." He nods slowly though, thoughtfully. "A home. Yes. I can understand that. What kind of home is it that you want?" He seems to avoid giving direct information as to why he's in a foul mood.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: you never told me where yer new home was....

Kalinka sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Oh! Well why did you not remind me, silly? Here...*she transmits the information, it's a warehouse in New York Harbor area*

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: Did ya bring my mat?

Kalinka sends a radio transmission to Chill Snowcat.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Yup, I did.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission from Chill Snowcat.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: Wonderful....I'll head over that way....I'm exhausted and just need some time to chill.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... you available ... ... ...

Kalinka had to ask a number of people to find out where Glyde was hanging out these days...fortunately, they pointed her in the right direction. She takes a simple bicycle down the trail, heading toward the lookout. She's not riding very quickly, but definitely taking her time...she doesn't want to end back up in the hospital, after all.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission from Chill Snowcat.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: Did your dad speak to you?

Kalinka sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Chill Snowcat: Yeah. It went well. He did not scream and yell like he used to do.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Chill Snowcat's transmission to Kalinka: I was worried....cause he said he was going to do something about you permanently when Protoman said you wouldn't stay away

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... available. ... ... ... needed ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: It has come to ... ... ... ... small Maverick convoy ... ... ... ... of ... border bases ... be passing relatively close to our ... of ... ... in ... Balkans. I ... that ... destroyed.

The Fool comes up from behind Glyde to lean on the rail next to him, to see what he sees. "Ja sa? You are also too fair for malice, puritanism, and-- ay, me, I should have to beat you like a dog if you were a Puritan. Art thou so abused?" We are just on a -roll- with the Twelfth Night quotes today.

"A good one," Feste answers. "One of stone and steel, solid and sure. Catch my metaphor?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: Recruit Mimos please ... to the ... Complex for ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: I'm coming sir!

And Kalinka is certianly right to be hunting here, for over the last several days Glyde has certianly been found here in an ever increasing amounts, for the peaceful atmosphere helps him to work at whatever it is that has gotten to him so deeply. "Too fair for ma...." He suddenly finds Feste funny, having to shake his head -- a certian laugh bringing itself up out of his throat. "I question that. However, I am certianly not a Puritan -- especially by the standards of that text. Believe me. I should beat myself like a dog." He seems to have his attention mostly focused upon the sea, watching the waves -- and a gull bobbing out at barely the edge of his vision. "Unfortunatly, no." He says. "I don't get that metaphor. I more ment, like what kind of home as in -- what in it? I mean, take myself. I know what I want. Normality. And unfortuantly, all the money in existance can't buy you that."

Glyde Loath also does not see Kalinka, alas!

"Glyde!" Kalinka calls out when she's close enough to recognize the flamboyant entrepreneur's bike...and look who's out here with him. The Fool! Kalinka smirks to herself, wondering sometimes if he has a personal teleporter because he enigmatically seems to be in the darndest places. She scoots the bike to a stop, putting the kickstand down and walking over to the gentlemen.

Ah, a laugh. Victory! Taking joy of it, Feste chuckles quietly with Glyde. But ah, ah, metaphor time. "Well-- I need someo-- something strong enough to... hold the bent of my affections, if you know what I mean." He laughs, almost nervously. "I am by no means a steady, stable person. I require a patron. I think I have one, maybe even two, but..."

He turns around, hearing Kalinka, and grins at her. "Why, hello there, madonna. Fancy meeting you here!"

Glyde Loath is about to say something else to Feste, when Kalinka's voice is heard. "Ah, Hell." He says to Feste under his breath -- just barely audible for the fool to hear. "Here comes trouble." He does take a moment to pause. "Something strong enough to hold the bent of your affections? And....stone and steel? Yes. Sigh. I finally know what you mean, now. I prefer mine strong and firm too. Like steel and stone. That's how I prefer them." He turns then, to nod to Kalinka -- resting his back now against the railing -- and suddenly looks a bit uncomfortable. "Um. Unless you were referring to, uh, personality, Feste..." He clears his throat then, and nods to Kalinka once more. "Ah-Ha. Kalinka. Good a day to you."

Kalinka smiles gratefully, looking...very much happy to be alive. She gives Feste a small hug. "I did not think I would see you again," she admits...then she turns to Glyde. "Listen, I came out here to tell you thanks. Thank you for coming to look for me. You were the first person I heard when I was waking up."

Trouble? Surely not! Feste leans back against the rail as Kali approaches, but in such a way so he'll be facing her. Listening to Glyde, however, he snickers helplessly. "Oh, no no no. Bad choice of words, I should've known better... ah... well, damn it all, I've just about ruined you for this conversation, ha?" he returns, quietly. Wouldn't want to have Kali hearing any of this. No sir.

"But I meant more /personality/, yes," he asides, even as Kalinka hugs him. "Oh, did you?" he murmurs back, almost sad. "I am glad to see you're alright..." He steps back to allow the two of them some room to converse. And besides-- he hadn't heard of /this/...

Glyde Loath glances sidelong at Feste -- a momentarialy horrified expression upon his face that would perhaps leave Kalinka wondering just what in the planet of hell that the two were talking about. "Yesyes." He states, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "Yes. Personality." And then Kalinka is heard once again, a strange expression coming upon him. "I went looking for you initially, you know. I had a feeling you'd go in there. Then someone told me you were still under the rubble -- and I went and got the Glyder. Spent a day and a half helping in the recovery efforts. Some cat found you by the stink of your man's aftershave and I was able to safely dig you out. I was....rather relieved to see that you were still alive. I confess, I didn't think it possible. I don't know. I still care a bit, I guess." The last comment is said with a confidence that for some reason, Glyde seems to be having a hard time mustering.

Kalinka rather spontaneously embraces Glyde tightly. If she weren't such a slender thing, she probably would have sent them straight over the edge of the lookout. "You did not have to do that...I had no idea you were so sweet, I thought you were all about your own self. But I was wrong."

Feste smiles thinly at Glyde's horror. Oh, that is so *amusing*. Do it again... er. Don't ruin the moment now, Feste. The Fool takes another step back, again to allow them some room. It's better to observe in things like this, anyway, so he leans back and watches, amused. (if i was invisible...)

Glyde Loath makes a quiet oof sort of sound, the gesture having not been expected. There is the sound of leather brushing across leather and the creak of wood audible as he apparently decides how to react. His gloved hands are hovering in midair on the other side of Kalinka's shoulders as he tries to decide if he's going to hug her back or not. A decision is made though, and he does so -- very quietly. Almost daintily. One might have the sensation that Glyde hasn't done a lot of hugging before, and in reality isn't that sure as to how. "Eh. I said over the radio -- I learned something. Now, if I could just get to sleep at night -- I'd be a happy man." He squeezes her slightly -- way more lightly than he needs to. "But, I'm glad that you're alright. As I said, I was worried. Paniced even. So. I had to be selfless." He flushes -- then attempts to joke. "But, uh, don't tell anyone?"

Kalinka chuckles softly, finally letting go, but letting one hand linger on Glyde's shoulder. "Okay, I will tell no one...hey, this is an excellent suit! I like the material a lot." She pulls the hand away...then looks over her shoulder, back toward the motorcycle. "...You like to motorbike, hm?" she asks, and already it sounds as if the wheels are turning.

"Soporifics," Feste offers sagely.

Glyde Loath blinks several times -- showing an apparent bit of confusion. "Sophorifics?" He asks to Feste, first. "THe motorbike? The suit? Or a suggestion?" He really doesn't seem to get it -- before he pauses. "Ah. I apologize, Sir." He states to Feste. "It isn't the getting to sleep I have difficulties with. It's mostly subconscious issues. I'll explain it another time. I'd prefer not to sully my sudden good mood." His attention is focused back to Kalinka, still clearly unsure how to react to this. "Um." He says, stuttering for a second. "It's leather. Real leather. I'm told it's just...good sense. And I admit, I feel like I look good in it. That helps." He manages to force up a bit of his nominal brashness. "Of course, what COULDN'T I look good in?" The question is followed immediatly by a gentle correction. "Hovercycle. Behaves mostly like a motorcycle yes, but as you see, it lacks wheels. Flies at a height of one to six feet. But yes, I do. I have a collection of vehicles that I enjoy. This is one of them. The Glyder unfortunatly, is in the shop. I did some severe damage to the hands and arms during the recovery effort. Your father however, is going to get me a nice price on the parts I need -- and hopefully the labour."

Sasha arrives from the Honshu.

Sasha has arrived.

Kalinka hmms. After eyeing Glyde curiously for a moment, she then heads over to his hoverbike. "Sorry about that, I should have seen it was a conversion bike...sometimes I get them and the regular motorbikes mixed up, because Bowie has a motorbike of the old wheeled variety." She eyes the engine. "Hmm, what kind of top speeds can you reach?"

"Oh. I beg your pardon. Maybe you just need a hug," Feste continues blithely, closing his eyes. "And--" He pauses, and immediately thinks better of whatever he was about to say. The Fool promptly shuts his mouth and leans back against the rail, listening to the two cycling aficionados trade secrets and compare bikes. It's interesting more for the human interaction than the actual content -- at least it is to Feste. Other than that, he remains quiet.

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I wonder what the Hunters are up to tonight? I wonder if they're still attending funerals?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "The number of E-Ringed Masters seems to be growing, Guts Man. When will you be joining them?"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Guts Man would so kick your ass."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "So sorry, but he would."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Hmmmmm that's a good question. Maybe the next time the Stardroids are around or you Hunters decide to like gang up on me 10 to 1."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh, by the way, Daryn!"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yes, Feste?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I got three disturbing the peaces, one vandalism, one loitering, several health and fire code violations, one cruelty to animals, and five littering. What'd you get?"

A small gaggle of people is developing upon a fairly desolate lookout on the shores of Hokkaido. It's rather nondescript -- just a small bit of land that has the advantage of being high. Numerous pathes lead to it, and a simple wooden railing prevents someone from falling over the side. Glyde Loath is currently leaning his back upon that rail, talking with Kalinka and Feste -- a gleaming blue hovercycle near him. He's dressed all in leather as well, and the cycle's leather seat bears a black, mirror-visor'd helmet.

Now as to what's actually going on, when one looks closely it is apparent that Glyde is out of his usual element. He's someone who's nominally very smooth, and comfortable. Right now, he's almost looking to be tense -- as though he isn't really sure what to do, or what to say. And for a moment, he's looking at Kalinka with what is a very carefully hidden deer-in-headlights expression -- probably the response to a close scruitny. But nonetheless, he responds carefully. "Not a problem, Kalinka." He murmurs. "Well, as to speeds -- it's basically an air vehicle. There's no ground resistance, just air resistance. On reasonably flat ground, two, three hundred kilometers an hour? Perhaps more. But you've got the danger then of a change in the ground coming up so fast that the bike's computers don't have time to react to it and raise your altitude. And that.....wouldn't be good." As Feste speaks, he looks back to him -- blinking. His brows furrow -- and he states something via radio.

Glyde Loath sends a radio transmission.

[Radio] Glyde Loath sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "What? Say it."

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon outright ignores both Daryn and Feste, "Maybe what I've said the other day has reached your head, and you've realized that you are no longer able to fight like you once did."

Glyde Loath receives a radio transmission from Feste.

[Radio] You send Glyde Loath a direct message: "Nothing, nothing."

Glyde Loath sends a radio transmission to Feste.

[Radio] Glyde Loath sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*growls slightly* Say it, Damn it!"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Four disturbing the peaces, I guess they hate me more, one loitering, one vandalism, one summoning a giant head without a permit, two cruelty to animals, and ditto on the littering.""

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I almost got a distributing alcohol to minors, but -- did you notice they forgot about disorderly conduct?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man with sarcasm, "Oh you're right. I'm washed up. Never the mind the fact that I clean the clock of you pansies, which means I must be washed up. Oh me, oh my." He sighs, "Cripes you're lamer than all the other dragons out there."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "They must be slipping."

[Radio: (F) Public] Raffinato Donnaiolo transmits, "Dragons styles are getting old, anyway.."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn brightly, "I bet Feste and I could take you out.", wait, did he just volunteer Feste...? "Well, it was in France...So they don't have laws against disorderliness since they don't know the concept of -order-."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Obviously they need to host an Order and Chaos concert."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah, but Europe never lets me get a concert. I wonder why."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "They are-- plagued with techno."

[Radio: (F) Public] Emperor Sigma transmits, "Because most of us have taste."

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Once again I ask. Where is the proof that you can back that mouth of yours, Guts Man?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Raffinato Donnaiolo transmits, "I enjoy rock music, actually.."

The Fool stays quiet, yes, with his arms crossed and his eyes only barely open -- until Glyde starts tightbeaming him. He furrows his brows, and outright glares at Glyde, with a sort of indignant, why-are-you-doing-this-to-me kind of expression. Even though Kalinka may be speaking, he interrupts.

"Are you /sure/ you're alright, Signor Loath?" Feste cuts in, tone cool and level.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I am pleased to announce that I have just signed legislation outlawing Mavericks forever. The bombing begins in five minutes!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Emperor Sigma transmits, "Are you implying that you have taste, Raffinato?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste laughs.

[Radio: (F) Public] Emperor Sigma transmits, "Ah. That's nice."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah, but the Coalition of Reploid F*ckers have yet to even ask for revenge for beating up their Holy Father. What the hell is wrong with 'em? They used to be all RAAARR and stuff."

[Radio: (F) Public] Glaive transmits, "Hasn't that already been established? I mean really...why do you think us Maverick =HUNTERS= even exist.."

Kalinka grins slowly. "Oh, -really-...that cannot possibly be street legal," she giggles with delight. "This is a nice machine," she decides. "Very sweet. Maybe someday, we could -- hmm?" She comes out of her bike-luv-reverie to turn her attention toward Feste.

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Because you're vigilantes, dork."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "CRIMINALS."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "You and your stupid proof. Geez you seem to think I'm a one dimensional character who only lives to battle. I ain't like you buddy. I'm a fully fledged robot with a personality despite my programming. Try expanding your mind now and then Bub, it may do you some good. Try getting a hobby other than trying to goad people because you're a pretty sucky goader."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Sorry, do you mean the Maverick Hunters that are currently stalking Robot Masters?"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yeah, Guts Man is a complex character with an intriguing backstory!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Indeed."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "Gosh, I thought that was a pretty good line of offensive talking, but I guess I'm not very good at it."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "You mean the Master Hunters don't you?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Worry not, my dear, you were doing fine. -- Yes, yes, them."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Didn't they use to be called the *Maverick* Hunters or something absurd like that?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Sasha transmits, "Would you prefer we just use 'Hunters', or are you going to continue being inane?"

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "They are absurdists. They like those weird absurdist plays like Sandbox."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I do not think I am being inane."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Inane? You're missing an 's' for me, so most people say anyway."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste cheerfully, "But since you seem to be enjoying it so much, I think I shall."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh, yes. Sorry."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "So, um, what are we arguing about?"

Alpha arrives from the Sky Above Japan.

Alpha has arrived.

[Radio: (F) Public] Sasha says mildly, "You are not? I think it rather inane to quibble over the fact we are currently curbing the activities of the Robot Masters instead of the Mavericks."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Well."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I was suffering from the delusion that it was your /job/."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "You know, to live up to your name?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I'd prefer you call yourself something that isn't one group specific. Because really that's false advertising. What if Little Jimmy wants to join the Maverick Hunters, but then finds out you have to deal with Robot Masters or ninjas, or like gangster? Poor Little Jimmy would be crapping out of his pants if he found out he joined you people for more than he bargained for."

[Radio: (F) Public] Glaive transmits, "Stoping anything that is a danger to humanity is our job. Idiots like you demean our very existance."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Aye, 'tis discrimination."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Discrimination is outlawed in 40 states."

[Radio: (F) Public] Glaive transmits, "So is your music."

[Radio: (F) Public] Sasha transmits, "Inane."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "Well, um."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "We wouldn't be a danger Glaive, if Amun-Wily was given the recognition he so badly deserves."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste sharply, "Excuse me, you are not the Threats To Humanity Hunters."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "No one would have to die."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "To be honest, Guts Man sir, this is a little like me complaining about how the 'Coalition' is really more of a political party, not a real coalition of disparate elements."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "We could live in a technological /paradise/, under the benevolent rule of Amun-Wily."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Idiots like you make the Maverick Hunters look like a bunch of punks. Dr. Light must wonder sometimes why he got stuck with a bunch of savage punks like you that cause just as much property damage as us."

[Radio: (F) Public] Glaive transmits, "There is more then one way to get reconigtion. Killing others is not the way to do it."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "In other words, you're arguing semantics."

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Actually Pharoah Man. We recognize him. As the insane megalomaniac that he is."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Wow, the pot calling the kettle black Mr. I Challenge All To Kill!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "He /took/ what was rightfully his, and for attempting that, you persecute him!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Who discriminates now, Hunters?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Blues transmits, "We discriminate against everyone equally."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Oh, shutup Proto Man."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Ah yes. No bigotry there."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "Well! You call yourself /masters/, but you're the ones who /have/ a master, who is Dr. Wily! So /now/ who's not being truthful, huh?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "(Did I do that right?)"

[Radio: (F) Public] Glaive transmits, "You are delusional. The mavericks are indeed a greater threat then you are, but we will not lay down and let you do as you please."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "However, if you want to be serious, well. I can do that. I told Magma Dragoon that I would gladly beat him up with Feste if he wants to continue being stupid to Guts."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "His is our father, creator, and God. We serve him faithfully for giving us life."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "... right."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "I'll give you a weapon, Feste. Do you like grenades?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man transmits, "That, we take offense to. The Mavericks are no longer any greater threat."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Those are the things you throw, right?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "We only want to unify the world from this petty bickering under Amun-Wily."

[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Pull the pin out first, dear Feste."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Well seeing as he won't stop being stupid anytime soon, knock yourself out."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "The Mavericks are a group of genocidal deviants."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "You guys should consider joining the United Nations. We've recognized worse in the past!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "At least the Mavericks don't have a stupid name, like Maverick Hunter Hunters."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "And be backstabbed like INTERPOL so often proves to do? I think not."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "We backstab people?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "The United Nations had their chance to play nice."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste mutters, "At least the Mavericks are consistent. I am so sorry."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cassilda Coriolis transmits, "Or do you mean that whole, um, enforcing-the-laws thing?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste sighs, and then comes the click.

[Radio: (F) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Amun-Wily is no longer subject your laws."

You deactivate your radio.

You deactivate your radio intercept ability.

You activate your radio.

Frequency f is now gagged.

Glyde Loath busily tightbeams Feste for a moment -- looking into the other's glare with a certian calmness -- although he's still quite clearly out of his comfort zone. His face attempts to form an innocent expression -- and relatively succeeds. "I am not." He states, emphatically. "However, I am functioning within paremeters that I can accept." He blinks once again -- innocently. "Man. You don't need to look at me like that. I just /hate/ it when folk start to say something, then stop. I go crazy, you see. I have to know what is going to be said. It's... an obsession." This is delivered in a sort of 'I'm hurt!' tone. At this point though, he suddenly frowns -- a leather gloved hand going to one of his cybernetic ears. "Oh, man. The idiocy." He states -- and taps a small stud. He looks relieved as his radio goes quiet.

And then Kalinka speaks. "Actually.." He says. "It's totally street legal. Just within the city you have to have this little inhibitor running that keeps it down to safe speeds. But once you're clear of traffic, you can take it off." He flushes slightly, as she giggles. And then the words of 'Maybe someday, we could -- Hmm?' assail his ears. And as she looks to Feste, one might notice Glyde's face go suddenly pale. Indeed, his normal tanned flesh tone becomes pure white -- and quite suddenly, he goes limp. Hitting the grassy ground with a dull thudding sound -- behind Kalinka. He is a victim of that rare malady known as completely, utterly mistaking what a person means because of what he was thinking at the time. Either way, he lays there -- peacefully.

Alpha and Sasha may notice that a small gaggle of people is developing upon a fairly desolate lookout on the shores of Hokkaido. It's rather nondescript -- just a small bit of land that has the advantage of being high. Numerous pathes lead to it, and a simple wooden railing prevents someone from falling over the side. Glyde Loath was leaning his back upon that rail, talking with Kalinka and Feste -- a gleaming blue hovercycle near him. He's dressed all in leather as well, and the cycle's leather seat bears a black, mirror-visor'd helmet. (OOC: The cycle's desc can be found by looking at the object)

Glyde Loath fainted, in case anyone hadn't have already guessed.

Feste, Kalinka, and Glyde are not to remain alone at their lookout on the bluff much longer. Someone else is coming up the path; a someone wearing a dove gray and white uniform, a crimson scarf wrapped around her neck and shoulders as a cheerful accent to the outfit. It's Sasha, out for a walk on the beach at this time of evening. Oddly enough, she's carrying a bundle of alstroemeria, and looking...a little distracted as she wanders along, so much that she doesn't notice the other three people on the bluff immediately.

Kalinka does a double-take, as Glyde suddenly faints dead away. "Oh CRAP," she exclaims, going over to him to make sure he isn't having some kind of seizure. When she sees he's OK but just out cold, she shakes her head, and sighs, looking over toward Feste. "All I was asking him was if I could someday ride on the bike with him. Jeeze. What the heck, you know?" She shrugs her shoulders, then catches sight of Sasha on her way down the path. "Oh man," she groans.

Alpha walks along the path, trailing behind Sasha. Did she mean to come with Sasha or not? Or is it just coincidence? It's hard to be sure. Alpha seems to be quite happy, however. And even a little...'hyper'. She squirms a bit, flexing her wings constantly, and wringing her hands together as she heads on along. "...."

[OOC] Sasha says, "Oh, also! Alstroemeria: http://www.jettyflowers.com/flores/alstroemeria450.jpg"

Feste continues giving Glyde that same, penetrating look. /Why/ are you, /what/ would you, what's your problem, anyway? And it seems the response he gets is not satisfactory, because he keeps on staring. "You're not a robot, Glyde," he replies in English, then continues in Italian. << "You're nothing but a boy. Maybe I will tell you later." >>

He stops staring, allowing Glyde to continue his conversation with Kalinka. He won't be *so* rude, oh no... but akk, what's this? Feste's eyes widen as Glyde hits the ground, staring in disbelief. Oh, THAT'S not good.

"Oh, Lord in Heaven..." The Fool starts in Glyde's direction, moving around Kalinka to see if Glyde's still alive and whatnot. He offers Kalinka a half-eyeroll in response-- oh wait, now what? "What?"

Glyde Loath lays there for a moment, before he stirrs thoughtfully -- eyes blinking open a few seconds after he comes to rest upon the ground. He doesn't actually move to get up immediatly though, for his head is resting comfortably upon a little grassy rise. That and the thought occurs to him that if he remains upon the ground and just pretends to be asleep, there will be just a little bit less embarassment.

Thankfully, somewhere along the lines -- the real meaining of the question clicks -- and Glyde sits up as though nothing happened -- scooting back upon his butt to rest his back against the side of his landed hovercycle. "Uh. Belatedly....sure, Kalinka." He states, trying to keep his tone level. "I don't mind taking you for a flight. Can you, uh, drive a bike? A motorcycle that is? And a hovercraft? It's sort of a fusion between the two."

oO(Act like nothing happened, Glyde. Act like nothing happened.)Oo

He is nonchalantly brushing grass off of his leathers and looking at Feste, when he catches sight of Sasha and Alpha -- peering a little bit closer and recognizing only one of them and then by description. This being Alpha. He responds to Feste then, too -- in fluent Itallian. << Oh, come now. I fail to see what is so worth hiding. >> He's still trying to pass all of this off. He didn't loose consciousness. He didn't fall down. None of it. Nope.

Kalinka is still looking at Glyde strangely, as he sits up and pretends nothing happened. Not understanding Italian, she just looks between the pair curiously. To both of them, she murmurs quietly... "Here comes Alpha...and my sister Sasha is with her." Kalinka seems less-than-thrilled about this, for some reason, but her 'extended' sibling family runs the gamut.

It's actually the sound of Italian being spoken that catches Sasha's attention, more than anything else. She's more used to hearing Russian or English, smattered with the occasional bout of Japanese--so the language, even though she knows it, comes as a pleasant surprise. She perks up, picking up her steps as she heads the rest of the way up the bluff, and looking for wherever the Italian speakers might be. One of the voices she recognizes faintly; it causes her to frown briefly...and then as Kalinka speaks up, her hands tighten on the boquet of flowers. Well, she had been intending to talk to her older sister, anyway...

She steps up to the top of the hill, raising her head and clearing her throat slightly. "Hello," she says. "I'm sorry--I hope I am not intruding. I was just out for a walk." Purposefully, she keeps most of her attention on Glyde--she hasn't met him before, knows nothing of him, and so he carries much less of an emotional charge for her--compared to the OTHER two people here.

Alpha just seems more or less confused by what's going on here. She doesn't know Italian, it seems, so she simply blinks in confusion at the entire spectacle. She tilts her head at Kali, however, but doesn't seem to hear her either. She continues her approach, however, and says, "Hello Kali, hello sirs.", she bobs her head to the two Italian frea-...freedom fighters! "I'm not intruding either, am I?"

<< "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy, and I enjoy talking about a lot of them," >> Feste replies. << "I do not want to harm your fragile mind." >> There's a hint of bitter sarcasm to all of it, which gains a strangely mean edge when put to Italian.

The Fool stands up now that Glyde's scooted away. He brushes off his own hands and turns to Kalinka. "... oh. I see." He turns again, this time to Sasha and Alpha, bearing a sober, almost sad face. That's odd. It's quickly replaced by a cordial smile and a European bow.

"Of course not, madonna and madonna. How do you do?"

Kalinka smiles faintly. "Alpha..." She smile leaves just as quickly, though the replacement expression isn't hostile; just carefully neutral. "Sasha. I am sorry for what happened. If um...if I can be of any assistance, please let me know."

Glyde Loath nods sagely at Kalinka, taking the oppertunity to pick a few blades of grass out of his hair with a gleaming, leather covered hand. "Well?" He asks to Kalinka, mostly to get her off of the suddenly distasteful subject. "Can you? If so, we can always take it out to a desert somewhere and wind it out. There's some salt flats in North America that I've been wanting to try it on. I mean, you can go for miles and miles without a major change in elevation. It'd be the place to see what it winds out at." He's looking past Kalinka though, eyes flitting from Alpha to Sasha. The gaze is not unappreciative. "This is your sister, Kalinka?" He asks, blinking thoughtfully.

His hand reaches up, grasping the seat of his cycle and levering himself to a standing position -- whereupon he begins brushing himself off in an almost frantic motion, the sound of leather on leather rather audible. He finally gets himself straightened out, and looks back to Sasha -- meeting her gaze with a calm smile. "Good Evening." He says to her, in a very calm and polite tone. "I do not believe that you are intruding -- although I can only speak for myself." << I do not have a fragile mind! >> "It is a pleasure to meet you two. I am Glyde Loath. You may or may not have heard of me. How may I adress you?" This is to both Alpha and Sasha.

Sasha glances over at Kalinka now, locking eyes with her older sister and not smiling. After a moment, though, she musters up some semblance of a pleasant expression. "Zsdrasvye, Kalya," she bids, quietly. "It is good to see you unhurt; Father was very upset." She clutches the flowers a little more tightly--before stepping toward the other Cossack, and holding them out, somewhat awkwardly. "I got these for you. As a--get-well present." The alstroemeria--Peruvian lilies--are a riot of beautiful colors, red and pale pink and violet and yellow. They look very fresh; she'd probably just picked them up.

She pauses, then, and looks over at Feste and Glyde once more. Of course, what snippets she is catching of the conversation in Italian are rather strange, but she doesn't remark on them. "Ah! Mr. Loath. You are the proprietor of GeneForge Flowers, correct? It is--a pleasure. I am Sasha." Her violet eyes stray to Feste, and she gives him a slight nod. Even if he -is- inane, that should not keep her from being polite. "I am well." -Then- she looks at Alpha, her smile slipping a little; her eyes are troubled, as if she's entreating the other Hunter for a little help in this situation.

Alpha bobs her head again to The Fool, "Thank you.", she says politely to him, before looking, concerned, towards Kalinka. She doesn't say anything however, she just looks at Kalinka. "...It is good that you were not crushed under rubble, or blown up, or electrified to death.", Alpha says, also politely. She catches the look, and gives a vague sympathetic look, as if offering to see what she can do. She looks back to Kalinka, adding, "Everybody was rather worried, I expected you managed to get out, but thankfully someone else managed to find you."

Feste stands at a loose attention, hands clasped behind his back. He murmurs a reply to Glyde without taking his eyes off of Sasha and Alpha. << "I wouldn't want you fainting again," >> he says simply and flatly. Is that-- a smile, hiding in his eyes? Could be. He waits through introductions and hellos and how-do-you-dos with the patience of a saint, waiting just for the perfect moment to catch his next mark.

"What, no hello, no how are you Feste, still singing in the streets and being inane? I'm... saddened. Really, I am. My heart sinks like lead; it poisons my soul, rather like venetian blinds and lead-based paint. Oh, woe is me. I think I'll go jump off the railing over there. Will you excuse me?"

Talk about being inane.

Kalinka tilts her head, looking quite shocked at Sasha's gift to her. "...." The first thought that comes to her is, (Daddy put her up to this. He HAD to have. She told me point-blank to my face that I was a 'reject'...now she's showing concern? Yeah...RIGHT.) She keeps these skeptical thoughts to herself, though, and decides that if she can change, and if her father can change, then it's entirely possible that Sasha has changed as well over time. She takes the bouquet, smiling softly. "Thank you, these are lovely..." Briefly, she drops into Russian. "<< Thank you for thinking of me, sister. >>"

Kalinka sniffs the bouquet, then looks over toward Alpha. "I regret I made...kind of a snap decision that night, and could have had a better plan. But I would not have been anywhere else than standing with the Hunters."

Glyde Loath quirks his gaze to Alpha, once again -- finally recognizing her description from what he smacked out of a particularialy bad-tempered birdbot, which thankfully are nowhere around him. "Oh. You!" He states. "I, uh, apologize for the actions of Unit #11, the other day -- whilst I was digging. I think he cursed and swore at you. I made sure he was punished for his actions. I will not have my employees conveying such a poor reputation of G.L. Enterprises." He seems very honest in this, his tone rather firm.

Feste is regarded then again -- and for just a second, Glyde shakes his fist at him. << "I am exausted, Fool. I have not slept properly in days. I was momentarialy stressed. That is why I fainted. Nothing else! Do you hear me? Bah. I do not even want to know what your fool comment was!" >>

He pauses for a moment -- and then steps towards Sasha. "I apologize for my suddenly poor mood. I assure you, Sasha, it is not characteristic of me." He takes another step towards her -- lifting his leather gloved hands, fingers steepling thoughtfully. "Yes. That is I. It is owned however, technically, by my company -- but I find solace in spending the bulk of my hours among the foliage. I know little of the engineering involved -- it is done again, through the company. However, I do know how to tend plants -- and how to enjoy them. Perhaps someday, you should drop by the storefront. I would be delighted to show you some of what we have to offer." He nods at the boquet. "For you have already demonstrated most /excellent/ taste."

Sasha draws back as Kalinka takes the flowers, lacing her hands together behind her back and adopting a parade rest stance. << "You are welcome," >> she replies, gravely, in Russian. Then she turns to face the two men, switching back to English and mustering her smile back. "I am sorry, Feste. Next time I will be certain to compliment you on your inanity." She...might be teasing. Might just be teasing. Certainly, her reply to Glyde is much more sober: "I think I would like to. I haven't seen any of the engineered blossoms up close."

Alpha nods to Kalinka calmly, "I did not even know you were in the building. If you do something so foolish again, I might not be able to help you. I certainly could not this time. And, in fact, I shouldn't be helping you. Do you want to die, Kalinka? Nobody wants you to die. Nobody wants anything more than you to lead a happy, free life that...", she winces a bit and coughs, "Look, it would make a lot of people unhappy and Cossack said he'd destroy the world and all, so I have to ask you to be careful."

Kalinka is still admiring the lovely flowers Sasha gave to her, when Alpha makes her comment. Kali just glances up from the flowers, and gives Alpha a LOOK. It's the kind of LOOK that Cossack gives people, right before he begins cursing and blowing things up. Kalinka, however, does neither. The question obviously irks her, though. "Yeah, a happy, free life by going away and not coming back. I understand. I cannot accept, but I understand. My life has only ever been with the Hunters. I saw no other option when the news came. No other option. Anyhow, I have explained this already to him. If you do not understand, I am sorry."

"Ladies, ladies!" Feste interjects, stepping up to put a hand out in between Kalinka and Alpha. Even though they're not actually *doing* anything. "Let's break it up, shall we? The past is the past, and 'tis all one! You all still have a life to live, be happy with it!" He shakes his head, and turns once more to Glyde, though this time it's not to chatter at him in Italian. ... wait. This time it's not to *insult* him in Italian. << "Do you have any of those flowers on you?" >>

Glyde Loath is mostly silent for the space of a few moments, something that is fairly uncharacteristic of him. His gaze wanders between Kalinka, Alpha and Sasha with an only mildly confused expression upon his face. Evidently, he decides not to get involved -- for he glances back to Sasha -- and makes a point of speaking directly to her rather than to the others, with whom he could potentially get himself in trouble with. "The are even more impressive, close to hand." He states to Sasha. "We have mods for texture, size, color, shape, even scent. It is a surprisingly popular business among those who can afford it. Custom designing your flowers to suit your own personality does have it's appeal." He opens his mouth to speak once again, when Feste is heard -- and he glances at him sidelong. << "Sorta. I have a couple in a parcel in the cargo area of my hovercycle. Why?" >>

Feste says, << "Give them here; it's called diplomacy." >>

"Do you think it would be more responsible of Father to let you put yourself in needless danger?" Sasha says, before she can check herself. She abruptly blinks, and looks away from Alpha and Kalinka, biting her lower lip. Fortunately, Glyde provides a distraction. "I am certain it does. It sounds like a, a very interesting process." Her hands twitch slightly, before she recognizes the nervous gesture and stills them.

Alpha says, "It's the past until it happens again.", but other than that she ignores Feste. She doesn't ignore Kalinka however, "By going to battle without any proper equipment and putting yourself in danger, you are not just risking yourself, you are risking us who have to keep you safe, you are hurting us when you get hurt because we care for you. You do not assist when on the battlefield in any manner that I could have seen. Therefore, you are just hurting us. If you are doing this just because you feel your 'life' is with us, then it's wrong. If you are unable to find ways to help the Hunters, then let me offer a few suggestions. First off, you could raise money for the organization to raise repairs and construction without putting yourself in danger, you can offer repairs after a battle is over, you can develop items that the Hunters could use. This path of yours only causes pain. If you want to rejoin the Hunters, then prove you are trustworthy and capable of doing so. You lost their trust, get it back. Rock is a forgiving man. Until you can show yourself capable of following -orders- by the top command, if nobody else, then you have no chance of rejoining. You realize this, do you not?"

Glyde Loath hmms thoughtfully at Feste's suggestion. << "Diplomacy? Are you planning to give away my five thousand zenny flowers?! That's twenty thousand zennies total, man. I mean, as much as I'd like to give it away. Besides! Kalinka and her Sister are the ones I'd really like to give one to. Or are you thinking distraction? But either way, I suppose. Right. Let me get them. ">> He steps back, and bows to Sasha and Kalinka -- and Alpha too. << "Come here, Fool." >> He states to Feste. "Excuse me for just a moment." He approaches his vehicle then, opening a small compartment on the back and fishing out a very small package. It is wrapped in tissues, and very gingerly he begins to unwrap it.

Kalinka sighs. "You do not get it," she mumbles, shaking her head. "Neither of you do, really, but that is okay. I understand what you are saying, but...see, there is no going back for me. As much as I want to come back. Even if I follow every command to the absolute letter, there is no redemption. Rock may be forgiving, yes, but that is not going to make any difference as long as my father refuses me to help in any way. He told me I could come visit...but that is not enough. That is not the same. That is like walking up to the back door to talk to the people who live inside the house, and then having the door slammed on you and you are back outside in the cold. Yes, as a child, I did foolish things. I will not deny that. But neither of you have ever had to be children and make mistakes like children do, so I do not expect you to understand that I am past that stage now." Feste and Glyde get a curious look. "Oh sole-mio," she quips with a wink. "That's amore."

<< "Glyde, you talk too much," >> Feste murmurs in reply, edging away from the certain-to-be-war-zone in between Alpha and Kalinka. He waits patiently next to the hoverbike for those flowers, for a distraction is the very thing he wishes to create. Listening to Kalinka, however, he loses his quiet and solid demeanor to snickerfit that develops into full-on laughter.

Sasha folds her arms across her chest, tilting her head to one side and looking back at Kalinka. She knows what Glyde and Feste are up to, but merely rolls her eyes as the Fool starts laughing. "You're perseverating," she informs her sister, before turning away. Let Alpha deal with it--Sasha does not feel up to picking apart Kalinka's reasoning, now or probably ever again. << "I agree," >> she retorts in Italian. << "You do talk too much, but it is--charming, in a way." >> She offers Glyde a strained smile--hey, looks like she's going to get a look at those flowers anyway.

Still unwrapping the parcel, Glyde shoots a sidelong glance at Feste. He opens his mouth to say something, when he suddenly finds Sasha's voice reaching out to him -- and in his own tongue. He looks admittedly shocked. << "Wow! You speak Itallian! I'm....rather shocked. But that's a good thing. Not everyone can get their lips around quite such a perfect language." >> His brows furrow slightly. << "But, I do... not talk too much?" >> He glances over at Kalinka and Alpha then, and ponders. "Kalinka? But, wern't you found without any armour or anything on, in the middle of a collapsed building? And if you wern't part of the hunters, then what were you doing there?" He looks a bit confused. "I mean, wern't people killing each other there? You must have been there for a visit then, right? No way you'd be there otherwise, without bringing an army, I'd hope!" He turns back to Sasha and Feste. << "Anyway. I don't talk too much. I'm just a little long winded." >> He pulls something a curious shade of lavender from the parcel, enveloping it gently in his right hand -- and offers the rest to Feste. << "Here you go." >> The last one though, held within his gloved hand -- and eclipsed from view is offered to Sasha -- palm down -- in the manner of someone wanting to drop it into an open palm. << "Where did you learn to speak Itallian? And do I really talk too much?" >>

Alpha says calmly, "When I was first created I was given very little knowledge in the world system, I did not even know the Robot Masters existed. You can say I do not understand, but every argument you have made has been shot down with common sense. If you are bereft of that, I guess you are right that I do not understand.", she narrows her eyes a bit, "Not everybody who joins the Hunters needs a sibling or parent to get in. Dr. Cossack is not the leader of the Hunters either. If you prove you can at least be reasonably safe in the Hunters, or more safe, or as safe, than outside of the Hunters, then I am certain he would relent. He shouldn't need to help you, Kalinka. That is different then specifically barring you. Michael Eildath and Rigger did not have parents that invited them in. If you need Cossack's help, you shouldn't be in the Hunters."

"Do you really think I haven't made any mistakes, Kalinka Cossack? I never hired an assassin on a government official, but I don't know many children who have done that either. I understand why you did it, but I don't know many children who managed to escape incarceration for life or execution after making use of a hired gun either. You've had many gifts and blessings you should be thankful of."

Of course, Kalinka has no idea what word Sasha just used or what it even means. Her English vocablulary is pretty good for a second-language student, but the more complicated words are way beyond her grasp. To her, it sounds like a cross between 'perseverence' and 'persnickety'. All she knows is, it can't be good, because her use of it was so haughty as to be tangibly mocking. She says nothing in response, just looks down at the ground. As Glyde asks her why she was even in the building, she points out: "Unlike what they have said, I was not -completely- unarmed, I did enter the building armed and with a plan. Not a suicidal mission at all." Alpha gets an even darker look for her further comments. Kali has gotten pretty good at controlling her angry outbursts, though this is beginning to feel more like a deliberate test, an intentional provocation. (Why else would they even bother?) her paranoid mind thinks. (They just want to see if I'm going to flip out on them, so they can go back to Rock and to Daddy and tell them I'm a complete failure. Well, I won't let them have that satisfaction!) "Okay, then. Let me see, how many times has my father put you back together after you went out and got beat up? Hmmmm? How many times, Alpha? What kind of shape would you have been in if you came back, and had to fix your own self? Looks like he helped you, too."

Sasha closes her eyes, forcing her immediate reaction to Kalinka and Alpha down. She sends a brief radio transmission, before opening her eyes again and giving Glyde a smile that seems a little less forced. She holds out her hand to him. << "Yes, I speak Italian. I was activated with knowledge of the language and several others. And--I think so. But I am not one for many words." >> She ducks her head slightly, and adds: << "I see their use, but I am not a diplomat like Signas to defuse a conflict before it starts, by talking." >>

Alpha says, calmly, "That was his duty as a Doctor capable of performing such repairs in the organization as well as developing weapons, it seems. I believe he has repaired me, twice, maybe once. I do not rely on him for pure entry into the Hunters, nor do I really expect him to perform such duties. If he left me for dead, I would be completely supportive since I am completely undeserving of his personal attention. As it is, I am thankful of him, but if I wanted to get freebies and extra help, I would go to my own father. I know I am what ammounts to a freeloader attempting to pay back through work rather than zenny. Because of this, I do not ask or request assistance. If people wish to help me, I accept it, that is all. It is not up to Dr. Cain whether I can stay in the Hunters either. If Rock or Zero asked me to leave, I would. Also, I follow orders. Zero told me to leave the area he was in during that attack, and I didn't want to, but I did because it was an Order."

Alpha glances to Sasha for a moment before looking back to Kali, "Did you even tell Command that you were coming? Did they tell you not to? I avoid injury myself so I do not become a strain or a burden, and because it hurts people when they see me hurt. It seems like you are looking for danger. And you aren't protecting us, you are endangering us. If you are endangering us, you are no better than a Maverick or a Master in relation to our security. I doubt there is a way for you to sneak into our bases and help out against Robot Masters. It isn't something to be shameful of. You are human, after all, and even Michael has a power armor for when he fights now. I admit I probably got in because of Cain's assistance, but I am not saying I am better than you, I am merely saying that you are in a position to prove to the Hunters that you do not need your father to join. If you manage that, then you will have a lot more respect and trust than before."

Alpha adds as an afterthought, "I did not get a large ride armor or other sort of vehicle from my father either, which is good because I don't know how to pilot one. I'd probably crash into things."

Glyde Loath is silent for a moment once again, his eyes -- hidden behind his mirrored sunglasses -- focused on the arguing pair of Alpha and Kalinka, expression slightly troubled. A flash of something like utter exaustion flickers across the young man's face, before it is carefully shunted to the wayside in a practiced business look -- countenence retaking his calm, cool expression. His hand opens then, the soft hiss of smooth leather gliding across itself heard -- and a rose drops into Sasha's palm. It's not just any rose either, this one here is a brilliant lavender blue and exudes a scent that has obviously been altered. Just what it is though, is unplacable. Something like a magnified version of the original, but tweaked just slightly as to not be overly harsh. The texture too, has been altered in some odd way -- something to be found via touch. "This is one of the premium models." He explains to her quietly -- in english, and then switches to Itallian. << "Several mods. This was intended to show a bit of what can be done. Texture. Color. Scent." >> He doesn't reply to Kalinka this time, deciding to let her and Alpha argue it out.

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[OOC] Feste says, "What happened?"

[OOC] Sasha and Alpha left. "Kali flipped us off as we did so."

Kalinka is, at the moment, seated at a scenic lookout point/outcropping, sullenly looking down at nothing in particular. She's scowling at the moment, not saying anything. "...." Feste is probably nearby, but Alpha is very likely not.

A black lamborghini M5 pulls up to a parking lot some distance away...Cargo, in his suit, steps out as the doors slide up. He, with a hand in pocket, goes onto the walkways and begins walking, unknowingly towards the others, admiring the cherry blossom trees...he's here to think, and walk.

Alpha enters the Honshu.

Alpha has left.

Kalinka notices Cargo making his way toward the scenic outlook, and she sighs audibly. Time to put on her game face.

Feste is indeed nearby, admiring one of the roses Glyde 'gave' him. (by which we mean the following happened: (feste) "yo, give me a rose!" (glyde) "do I have to? oh, okay. here.") He too is currently scowling and muttering, apparently at his inability to prevent Kalinka from flipping the bird to her sister and the other Hunter. After a moment of grumbling, he stands up and walks over to her, speaking up softly.

"Was that completely necessary, dear? It wounds me to see you a harpy instead of a maiden. It's rather frightening..." Oh wait. now what?

Cargo continues walking, eventually eyeing the people gathered. Hmm, he knows all three...(counting Glyde), but he says nothing...

"It was completely necessary," Kalinka admits to Feste miserably, "Because they were provoking me on purpose. I would not have to be harpy, if they were not such b*tches..." She smirks. "Anyhow...we have company."

"Tch. You are also too fair for malice," Feste murmurs, with a backwards glance at Glyde, wherever he may be. "Company, hm? Let's hope it's better than the last we had.

Cargo eventually runs into Feste and Kalinka. Looking at them both with no emotion in his face, he says, "Good eve".

Kalinka puts on a smile as Cargo comes over. "Hey there, how are you doing! Good to see you...thank you very much for the help you have given Bowie, by the way." At this particular moment, she is SO not wanting to be sociable.

That's okay! Feste can pick up her slack. The Fool gives Cargo an even more sincere smile than Kalinka's, and a wave to boot! "Goddag, sir. 'Tis a pleasure to see you again... hey, wait a moment. You aren't the Blue Man my dear Hien was speaking of, are you?" It hadn't occurred to him then, but--!

Cargo simply averts talking to Kalinka. He can sort of tell when she doesn't want to talk. To Feste, he nods. "The same."

Kalinka twirls a strand of her hair around her finger awkwardly, pouting.

Feste's jaw drops. "Wow," he whispers. "I had thought, but for some reason it never clicked! You really ARE blue! How very spectacular!"

Cargo works his jaw a bit to register the fact Feste hasn't seen it before. "Um...grey-blue...but yes..."

"Oh, really, what difference does it make? I mean, red, or yellow, or brown or uh, or blue grey..." Kalinka suddenly blurts out. "I know you are a great guy, Cargo, I do not care about your color."

Feste blinkblinks and verbally backpedals. "Ah... ah... well, I mean... I just think it's cool, is all! It's very, uhm, exotic. I mean, how many blue people do you run into every day? Not many! You don't run into many albinos either, for that matter." Gee, where did that come from?

Cargo nods to Kalinka. "Thank you..." he says. To Feste, he just stares a bit. "Um...thank you, as well...I should be going, anyway. Don't want to bother you for too long..."

"Oh, you are not being a bother. It just...has not been a very good evening, but that has nothing to do with you, Mr. Belome," Kalinka admits sadly.

"Oh, well, you weren't, I assure you," Feste replies, eyes closed and chin in the air in typical Fool fashion. Why yes, I /am/ the master of my surroundings, I know /exactly/ what's going on! Of course... "Yes, yes, not your fault at all. But if you are leaving, don't die on your way home." Because I require you and your money to exact my revenge upon the Mavericks.

Cargo nods. "Still...I must be going..." he gives Feste an odd look. "I'll...try not to...die, thank you..." he says, and leaves, back to the car. Perhaps he doesn't feel like a walk...

"Ta ta!" Feste calls after him, merrily waving a hand.

Kalinka gives Feste an odd look, as Cargo departs. "...Do not die? What kind of a send-off is that?"

Cargo Belome enters the Honshu.

Cargo Belome has left.

"Uhm..." Feste places his index finger on his lips and looks up toward heaven while he contemplates the answer to that question. "I'm not sure. Blame Abernathy? I think I caught it from him."

Kalinka suddenly chuckles, and baps Feste playfully. "Silly. Stop making me laugh, I am in a bad mood. Very bad!"

Feste grins mischievously back at Kalinka. Pity he lacks his motley now! "Well, I'm sorry," he replies sincerely, "I just can't help it."

Kalinka receives a radio transmission from Bowie.

You activate your radio intercept ability.

Kalinka sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Bowie: Hello??

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Bowie's transmission to Kalinka: Howdy. Ya all right?

Feste blinks. "Is that Bowie?" Pauses. "Er, I mean. Sorry to inter...rupt..."

Kalinka smirks at Feste. "Why...yes, as a matter of fact," she quips, then answers the radio call.

<Global News Network> This is Anonymous Nightingale, reporting from Detroit. It seems that Detroit area police have engaged in a high-speed pursuit of...well, what /appears/ to be known Irregular Overlord Demolition Man, driving a stolen Jeep full of stolen ceramic cups and jars, as well as stolen steel plates. He appears to be attempting to get out of the city, though toward what end, we cannot say. More as it develops.

Kalinka sends a radio transmission to Bowie.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Bowie: Oh yeah. Daddy told me you were okay and he was releasing you -- did you make it home? I went out to thank a few people for everything.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Bowie's transmission to Kalinka: Yep. Home now. Werkin on gettin our little toy over to the kids.

[Radio] Transmission detected: We're ... ... save ... Demo!

You say, "How is he? And for that matter, how are you? I take it things have been a little rough."

Kalinka sends a radio transmission to Bowie.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Bowie: I love you. You saved my life that night.

[Radio] Transmission detected: :burbles ... ...

Kalinka says, "Well, he and I are OK...probably better than ever. But our relationship with the Hunters, as you saw tonight, has gone down the toilet."

Kalinka receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Bowie's transmission to Kalinka: Ah love ya too, darlin.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Are ... ... ... enough ... to ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... babu ... ...

Feste tchs in sympathy and sighs a little. "Same here, actually. With the whole relationship down the toilet thing. I somehow doubt they'll ever ask for my services. Not like they particularly need them... but no favors, no no, no more favors any more." He looks down at his boots, muttering something about purpose.

Kalinka looks over with some surprise. "They worked you over, too? Or did you not mean them, did you mean in general?"

Feste shrugs. "I yelled at them. I got a little carried away. I yelled at Protoman, too. I can't even remember what I was upset about, but..." A lie! A lie! He remembers *perfectly* well. "I don't think your sister was entirely pleased with my venting my opinion."

Kalinka hmphs. "Well, she is as perfectly nasty as they come, so do not take it personal. She reminds me in a lot of ways with what Vava has already become. Hell, she is probably halfway there."

Feste winces and shakes his head. "I sense it's... not -quite- that, my dear. She reminds me a bit of a certain other Cossack... but not Vile." He smiles weakly.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission from Bowie.

You intercept Bowie's transmission to Kalinka: Ah'm not ready t'lose ya yet, sunshine.

Kalinka sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Kalinka's transmission to Bowie: Well...I will be home very soon. Hang in there, dear.

Kalinka receives a radio transmission from Bowie.

You intercept Bowie's transmission to Kalinka: All right.

"She is not at all like my father," Kalinka says. "Well, maybe like the side he shows some people, but not at all the loving side I know. She is just a mechanical witch. Today, she totally convinced me." She sighs. "Bowie is home, I should go back and make sure he is OK and everything."

Feste smiles curtly. "I did not mean your father, dear." He pauses for only a second, listening to his radio. "I don't want to keep you." How kind and considerate he sounds today. "Take care, and oh-- say hi to him for me, will you?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: @"Pin-pon~." ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: Go away.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... information ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... tell.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Whut ... ya want?

[Radio] Transmission detected: :hehes..."That's a funny ... PIN-PONG!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... to ... your rude friend insulted me."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... being ... ... ... ... ... ... ... me feel useless.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... other ... ... were rude ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... I ... ... ... going to ... like ... loon with the whole ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: @"Hnf! Associating me ... ... scum..."

[Radio] Transmission detected: Were ... Have you ... the information you promised?

[Radio] Transmission detected: @"I've still got ... security ... to ... through. Their ... ... very stubborn. I ... however discovered ... Dr. ... wears ... boxer shorts."

Kalinka ohs. "Okay, I sure will." No bird this time! She only reserves that finger for privileged people. As she heads down the path, she ponders, and finally realizes who Feste was talking about.

Long distance to Kalinka: Feste imagines. "Was he talking about Beat...?"

From afar, Kalinka (Kali) hees. 8) Beat, that CREEP...