[Guild Leaders] This Is It, Boys, This Is War

[firecracker_hopping]

Who: Ezra, Gabe, Jordan, Lera, Rhys
When: Friday
Where: Mianeh
Before/After: After Lera and Ezra talk.
Warnings: N/A

QUICK NOTE: feel free to do side threads before/after the briefing!

[So the announcements were all sent out: it was time to discuss war plans and the plans are getting moved up. A location in Mianeh was secured, thanks to French contacts; they have a conference room in a hotel and the Saftan embassy sent over a few guards to keep an eye on things and one of the Earth ones swept it for bugs.]

[Lera is standing at the front of the room. She isn't obviously the Mazda; she has regular Saftan civilian clothing on to give her a surprise. The exception, of course, are those sharp golden eyes.]

[There are also some chocolate chip cookies, soft drinks on ice, and shrimp with cocktail sauce. She's waiting for everyone to arrive -- and is here early, like she always is -- before they start the spiel. Besides, they all need to get to know each other first. Of course, Ezra and Gabe probably came with her.]

Comments

[brokencrescendo]

[he looks back to the cookies. appealing to her sweet tooth is a good idea. she's been trying so hard to look cheerful when there's people around, but he's noticed the way she dismisses herself to wash bonecrush more often than a rhino cares to be washed.

I'll tell her it was your idea.

she'd like that part, too.

We're going to win this.

it's not much of a segue at all, but he suddenly feels the need to communicate it.]

[coolmonsoon]

[ the idea of even vivi breaking down is too much to handle. cookies seem like a shallow way of fending it off... maybe there'll be something more permanent...?

ah, right, what he and lera spoke about...

Maybe she could give me a few tips on how to use a hammer, too?

his new weapon of choice, somehow more in tune with his fighting style. he'd spent all that time worrying about the longsword... it was never his to use, either way.

the sudden move of conversation almost catches him off guard, and he looks at rhys a moment in the eye- hard for him to do, but he's trying- he has to try- before he nods.

Seems like a dumb place to lose. I want to see how this merging continues. ]

[brokencrescendo]

[rhys takes ezra's shoulder and it's hard not to pull in for another hug. he squeezes it in reassurance and manages to smile. the merge... that was rhys' original worry with aerveas' occupation of bastan. the rest of bastan has already gone to fall city. what if the rest does?

but they're working on it now, and they're already rushing into it. a week. his berserkers are ready. he thinks back on virelai, though, and how he was half a step away from telling her to denounce the ahura and flee to safta for shelter. she'd never run away, but...

She could teach you.
And with the alliance, maybe I should send a representative.
Ambassador? he has to finger spell that out, not knowing the sign for the specific title.

maybe "ambassador" isn't tough sounding enough...]

[coolmonsoon]

[ another hug would be disastrous, really, so it's for the best rhys manages to hold himself back. the smile is bad enough. or good enough. with lera and rhys on his side, it really just seems a matter of time before he lightens up in a more permanent fashion.

hm, considering all that's going on... he has no objections to virelai coming over in an official capacity, if it keeps her out of the way of the other berserkers. he can only imagine how it's working out now.

he sees the hesitation on rhys' face as he signs it out.

Maybe something more like...

he pauses while he thinks, rubbing his chin.

The Voice of the Ahura. Something like that. If you don't mind her being referred to as your voice, anyway. She doesn't quite match up with what I imagine, but...

he grins cheekily ]

[brokencrescendo]

[rhys grins again.

There are recordings if you're curious.

there's no tug when he signs it. no lingering ache. he doesn't even notice that, already thinking back on virelai. it's a title she would take seriously without feeling less fierce, he thinks. for all her uncertainties and hesitations-- ones he gave her-- he trusts her judgment.

She'd like it.]

[coolmonsoon]

[ There are?

never having been big on current music, ezra had missed a good chunk of the new stuff that had been coming out, and whether or not he knew (or remembered) rhys as a rock star was debatable. never mind that his attention had been elsewhere for what was nearly becoming the past year.

he watches rhys consider it, folding his arms in the meantime. he grins a bit again and nods.

Whenever she's ready she'll have a place here.]

[brokencrescendo]

[rhys had never mentioned it himself. he never did. that occurs to him with a pause, but then they were moving on.

Thank you.

he had no intention of coddling her. well, some. but he tried to respect virelai was a warrior. she would make herself useful with the paladins, or anywhere else, and might be more comfortable.

but rhys would miss her, too.]

[coolmonsoon]

[ whatever it is that has rhys recorded, he'll find out later. or not. it's not all that important now, is it? rhys has kind of transcended rock star.

We'll make sure she keeps busy. a warrior, yes, but an innocent as well, and there was something worth protecting in that.

It'll just be for a short time. he had a feeling he knew how rhys felt about letting her go. he felt the same without rasmus around. When this is over and everything is settled down, she'll be back to the undertow in no time. ]