Video | BACKDATED to early the 11th

[soul_sister]

[It's early Wednesday morning when a new video message turns up on the network. The nun seems to have none of her usual energy and the bags under her eyes are fairly pronounced. Flynn and Fluffy have likely put up with her pacing almost incessantly since dinner time last night, and even now she fidgets in her seat, fingers playing with an ornamental looking watch hanging at her neck.]

Has anyone seen Chrono? Short, grumpy, purple hair. He's usually with me.

... He might have been in some kind of fight, so I'll take anything. Or anyone to help me look.

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[soul_sister]

... [It is a rare moment of consideration, as she catches that expression. ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS.]

... We should be saving it for Fluffy anyway.

[hyanaimne]

. . . Fluffy?

[soul_sister]

Our lion!

[hyanaimne]

What is a lion?

[soul_sister]

A huge cat with a lot of hair around his head.

[hyanaimne]

Ah . . . a pet, then?

[soul_sister]

[She shakes her head, picking up the next veggie to chop.]

He's our roommate.

[hyanaimne]

. . . I see.

[maybe it was like the dragon she met who could speak]

[soul_sister]

[In the mean time, she finishes the task set in front of her. Rosette proffers her cutting board towards Tempest.]

Where do you want these?

[hyanaimne]

[she takes the cutting board, then carefully dumps the cut vegetables into the pan]

Thank you.

[soul_sister]

[She's fishing around for the next thing to do when tinny, distant and wholly incomprehensible language comes from her belt.]

Did you hear that?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest pauses and tilts her head to listen, then glances at Rosette]

Is it your device?

[soul_sister]

AH!

[She fishes it out of her belt pouch with a certain amount of hope, the name she uses to answer it, a simple, and predictable one.



Whoever was on the line, was not the one she was hoping for, by how still, and quiet she goes.]

[hyanaimne]

[damn. It only sets off her own worrying again, after the cooking had been doing a somewhat decent job of distracting her.

She steps to the side, though, having started stirring the vegetables, and gestures to it, making sure she has Rosette's attention]

Take over while I find some other things to add.

[soul_sister]

Mm! Let me get that....


[She shuffles the tablet awkwardly to an ear a moment, before nearly dropping it in the pan... finally she settles for putting it on the counter. Her addressing the 'table dweller' is almost absent as she focuses on the meal in progress.]

[hyanaimne]

[she isn't one to eavesdrop, really. She busies herself to go through the cabinets, seeing if there are any other spices, something else she can add so it isn't bland. But she finds herself quieting her movements so she can strain her hearing to listen anyway]

[soul_sister]

[It does, actually, reveal that instead of eating, or resting as she should have been, she went out into the Outlands with others. OOPS.]

[hyanaimne]

[Not. Surprised. At all]

[soul_sister]

[She doesn't have time to be cowed, instead, the whatever's said leads to something of an outraged outburst... and frustrated tears brimming in her eyes.

She drops the stirring spoon into the pan to angrily rub them out of her eyes with her palm.]

stupid onions!

[hyanaimne]

[it's tempting, and the first thing that springs to mind, to reach over and take the tablet, yell at whoever was on the other side of the bloody thing and threaten them for making her cry. Probably with fire, and a slow, painful death if there wasn't an apology.

The worst part is, she can't think of anything else to do. So she wordlessly reaches over to take over stirring, and makes a "go sit" gesture with her free hand]

[soul_sister]

[It doesn't take much prompting. She'll just. Sit over here and finish a particularly difficult conversation. As she finishes, she certainly doesn't look much better.]

[hyanaimne]

[she watches her go sit, then turns to the pan to finish up, and to settle her own mind for a moment. She made a mental note to smack Chrono the moment she had the opportunity, because ever since the conversation they had a week ago . . . ugh.

It's a few minutes, before a plate is hovered in front of Rosette's line of sight. It certainly wouldn't replace a full meal for anyone other than herself, but it was something. The stupid girl needed to eat]

1/2

[soul_sister]

[There's a moment where she looks at the plate a bit blankly, about to wave it away with a mumbled disavowal of hunger.]

[soul_sister]

[Then survival instincts seem to catch up to her.]

Ah... thanks.

[hyanaimne]

[smart girl. Tempest sits next to her with her own plate]

Just eat what you can.