backdated to fiddlesticks 24, morning

[blue_ice]

I need to address what happened last night. If you're tired of hearing about it, I promise I'll be fast and avoid detail.

[ He looks like he hasn't slept much. He's giving the crew a very somber expression. ]

First, Xue Yang isn't dead. The spirit going by the name of Wester put him in a penalty coma, where he's being forced to karmically experience the sensation of death. I know this because an incarnation of the same spirit dealt me the same punishment for a somewhat lesser crime, and I'm still standing.

Wester's spirit has certain abilities to uncover the past. The image they conjured was likely the truth, but it shouldn't have been shown to you all with such little warning. And I promise we're working on tracking them down to be dealt with, because however well-intentioned, it wasn't their place to be sole judge, jury, and executioner. You all shouldn't have to be afraid that every minor sin will bring wrath on your heads.

I'll try to answer any questions you have.

And...Wester, if you're listening, I still believe in you. We're both sinners, for better or worse, and you won't turn me away that easily. But we have to deal with this, delaying will only make it worse.

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[sizedoesntmatter]

Yeah and that is where talking will be a good thing.

[he knew there would be another factor, but he thinks honestly just being there to talk would still be enough if it's face to face.]

That and proving they have nothing to be scared of.

[blue_ice]

Right. Whatever happened...they're our friend.

Or isn't that supposed to be your line?

[ He laughs quietly at himself. ]

I really have lost my edge.

[sizedoesntmatter]

They are. I am actually glad you said it.

[Because you said, friend. He was used to him doing it, so it was nice and a good change of pace.]

But is losing your edge a bad thing?

[blue_ice]

[ He sighs. ]

Only if going soft puts you all in danger. And I'm not a uniquely high profile target anymore, so I doubt it will. But now you'll really think I've gone soft.

[ He reaches into his rucksack and pulls out a crudely wrapped round package about the size of a beach ball. It's soft and squishy. ]

Happy belated birthday, Yugi.

[sizedoesntmatter]

I don't think it will. It's okay to be softer when not on missions, but yes. I think you have and that really isn't a bad thing.

[He paused for a moment looking at the package.]

You know...the date would have been enough for me... But thank you.

[blue_ice]

Open it.

[ There's that gentle smile still on his face. ]

I've been thinking about where we started recently, and...you'll see what I mean.

[ There's a silvery-blue bowtie pinned to the Kuriboh. It's rather silly looking. ]

[sizedoesntmatter]

[He opened it, looking down a smile on his face before he looked up.]

Are you calling me a Kuriboh? [He wasn't even saying it as a bad thing. He would consider himself one. Weak looking but underneath there is more to them.]

[blue_ice]

What I mean is...like you, these things used to haunt my nightmares. Tricky and infuriating, but your charm wore me down until I accepted you into my life.

[ He leans over to give him a kiss. ]

At least I'm fairly certain this one can't multiply.

[sizedoesntmatter]

So yes you are. [All said playfully at least. He didn't mind it honestly if he compared himself to anything would have been the same thing or something cute. Maybe Marshmellon.]

If I could I think I would tell you.