[StarRail PSL]

[themightybosstone]

[The world was one of a constant, strange, cyclical war.

When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.

The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.

In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.

All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.

But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.

It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.

But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]

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[themightybosstone]

[ CLEARLY MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE. Also an absolute willingness to go down- ]

Good enough for me.

[vitainmorte]

[ She stares at his face for a moment-- flusters, and draws her hand back. not without extending a little telepathy though just to see where his thoughts are, but she goes back to her seat and contemplates pouring herself another glass. ]

Good.

[themightybosstone]

[ It's a soft bittersweet without anything as formed as thoughts. A little contentment, a little hope, a little ache in the chest, a little appreciation of how she looks with a blush, and a little bit of focus on the memory of a hand touching his - simple and harmless contact. ]

Mind a top up here?

[vitainmorte]

[ ... Oh, that's nice? And unexpected. She's frozen in that feeling for a moment, trying to parse that strange longing-- has she ever longed for touch, before?-- before she makes a noise of acknowledgement and brings the bottle over to pour him another full glass. ]

[themightybosstone]

[ There's a little carbonated fizz of curiosity at her long pause, but just assumes she's deciding whether to give him more alcohol or not.

And you know? Fair enough.

He takes a much more reserved sip. But damn this is good shit. ]

Thankya kindly. Here's to a good partnership and the fall of the borisin Pack.

[vitainmorte]

... And you as well.

[ She supposed she hadn't been expecting him to actually feel that way so-- the alignment of that particular goal warms her a bit, and she raises her glass before sitting herself back into the pilot seat.

She's quiet from there, unless he speaks to her, just nursing the rest of her brandy and staring out through the glass, listening to the dull and distant skittering of the Swarm beyond the shields. ]

[themightybosstone]

[ For a while, that's just it. A comfortable silence between them, broken by a sip or a swirl of the glass.

It's as the last of the amber liquid is pulled, he gets up and stretches. He scoops up the discarded shirt and jacket (both sleeveless), and takes the glass to the kitchen without a word. ]

Night Val. [ He says with a bone cracking yawn, and heads back to the little palace of TWO BEDS!!! he'd made. ]

Lets hope they open up that wall tomorrow. Maybe even a little earlier. I'm feeling a fight.

[vitainmorte]

[ She's basically drunk herself to sleep at this point, having finished her last glass some time before Sett pulls the last drink of it himself; she hasn't moved much at all since she sat down, slowly slouched down into her shoulders.

She does straighten some, when he speaks, and turns to watch him as he picks up to go with bleary eyes, but still she remains. ]

... Good night, Sett.

[ But she stays, and just huddles up in her coat and into her seat to just sleep where she is. ]

[themightybosstone]

[ Have you considered attempting to murder him again?

You might this morning.

He's a morning person.

And not hung over in the slightest.

And has the stealth of a rhino in a tambourine dress. ]

HEY VAL, CAN I USE THE EGG POWDER?

[ Is hollered from the kitchen. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ she jolts awake at the first hint of noise, groaning. But. Slowly (and very sorely) unfolds herself from the chair. ]

... Go ahead.

[themightybosstone]

SWEET! THANKS!

[ He sings as he cooks.

Frankly, it's not bad. The clattering around is worse. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ well. She'll just let him do that honestly, as she plods her way instead to her room so she can try to get an hour of real sleep in.

He'll find she wasn't lying about being low on food-- most of the available goods are meal replacements and prepared dry meals that only require the bare minimum cooking. There's some things, like the egg powder, but no fresh foods really... maybe a couple of fruit. ]

[themightybosstone]

[ARE THERE SPICES???????? Because if not the next sound may be him leaving to go to the market at ass o clock in the morning if he has to.]

[vitainmorte]

[ i thought i responded to this oops

there ARE... some basic spices. garlic powder, black pepper, Erythrian Pink Mountain Salt... you know, the works ]

[themightybosstone]

[Beggars can't be choosers and it's not like HE has a space right now. HE'LL MAKE IT WORK.

After a bit, it's a wonderful savory smell from the kitchen. Yeah, it's rehydrated eggs, some spices and chives, and a little tinned meats he'd had but, you know. It is either the best smell ever, or if appropriately hung over, the worst.

Either way, he's bringing her a plate.]

What's the plan today? Didn't hear anything on the feeds of it opening.

[vitainmorte]

[ Mostly she's fully buried her face under her blankets to block out as much noise as she can, so when he comes calling she just. groans.

But she eventually gets up and opens the door to talk to him, staring blearily at the plate with some confusion-- he cooked? before looking up at him. She's pretty ruffled.

He can see into her room, a bit, and it's a bit more lived-in than the rest of the ship; her bedspread has a cute floral pattern, and there's another picture or two bolted to the wall, the focus not visible from this angle. There's some other things as well, a clean and well-maintained desk and an ornate chest at the foot of her bed. ]

Today...? Mm. I don't think it'll open. So... you can do what you wish.

[themightybosstone]

[He tries to play it SO casual with his curiosity but his ears are so perked up they're practically vibrating. Luckily, she's short (to him) and it's easy to catch a peak-]

Sweet! I'll keep looking for leads then. [And get arrested.]

Anyways, made breakfast. Most important meal of the day.

[vitainmorte]

[ She doesn't seem to mind all that much, there's nothing embarrassing laying out or anything. (He may have noticed belatedly that her halo is sitting on her bedside and not behind her head, though).

She looks at the plate, with some confusion. is he telling her because he used her kitchen...??? ]

Oh-- um, enjoy?

[themightybosstone]

[The tail curls up at the end with amusement.]

... My plate's still on the counter.

[CLEARER OFFER]

[vitainmorte]

[ a beat ]

-- You cooked for me? Why?

[themightybosstone]

Uh.

...


Empty stomach, empty mind? [He just didn't think about. NOT doing it?? Look Mama raised him.]

[vitainmorte]

[ sir what does that mean

... takes the plate, faintly suspicious as she looks at it. it doesn't smell poisoned or anything right, ]

[themightybosstone]

[It's a little overpeppered, but he was doing his best.

He seems to realize, and then lets out a roar of laughter, dropping a hand to her shoulder in a friendly way. It really just emphasizes HOW MUCH THAT PALM COVERS, really.]

Relax.

If I'm gonna kill ya, it'll be head on. Promise ya.

[vitainmorte]

[ She goes VERY stiff, especially because he almost topples her over with just the weight of his hand.

but she flushes, embarrassed, and takes a take back. ]

I-- well. Thank you, then. And we can meet back here tonight.

[themightybosstone]

Yeah! I'll send over my contact if y'need a heavy sometime today.

[He stretches, cracking his neck and starts back to the kitchen, tail swaying behind him.]

Or anythin' else.