( you're such a sweet young thing )

[bostova]

why'd you do this to yourself


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Waking the Dead 2.0 || Prague

[icarusalsoflew]

Of the engagement, there was not much to say. It had been years since he had had a fight worth talking about, and centuries since he had faced anything that could truly hurt him. Still, it had scratched that itch, and given him an opportunity to watch Yulia Bostova in action.

Hikaru Shinta happened to be watching Yulia now, as they cleaned up. There he was, lighting up another cigarette, tracing her progress across the warehouse floor. The place reeked now, and there was definitely more blood than there was anything else. Thankfully, that did not have to be his concern, or the concern of his companion for the moment. The Methuselah, on the other hand...

The Blade King laughed a little, and took another drag from his cigarette. Thinking about making somebody of Elias Tagabigay's pop another vein always amused him.

"Want one?"

He held his pack out in Yulia's direction the moment she was close enough, and smiled. Best not to give her the impression that he was laughing at nothing, or, worse yet, laughing at her.

[bostova]

At first, she thought she was the one laughing. She isn't; Anya was. She hasn't heard herself laugh in years, and that voice was definitely Anya's. She missed the sound of her laughing, although it sounded a little different now. They were both different now.

Yulia let her sister be, shaking her head as she wiped a spatter of blood off her cheek. It probably wasn't the best decision as it only smeared the blood across her face, but it was less annoying now. She rolls her shoulders, letting her muscles relax. The fight was delightful. Sure, it wasn't her best, but she hadn't felt that rush of excitement in quite some time, now. Not since... Not since them.

Still, when she turned to the Blade King, there was a small smile on her face-- she probably hasn't even noticed she's smiling yet. She had to step over limbs to get to him, sure, but she just sort of admired their little handiwork. She wasn't at his level just yet (probably never will be), but at least she was no hindrance. She was good at her job, and she was damn proud of it.

She reached for his proffered pack, taking a stick from it with her less bloody hand. "Spasiba," she said as she lit up. She took a drag from her cigarette before returning the pack and addressing him, one eyebrow raised. Anya had calmed down at this point, but she could practically feel her smile in her head.

"You are amused at something, also?"

Waking the Dead 2.0 || Between The Lines || Yulia and Kaz; March 2063

[ktotheatothez]

[Yulia is... She's scary. Kaz acknowledges that. She's also very good at fighting. He's seen it, she saved his skin with her abilities - and she's not much older than him.

Which is why he's pacing in the hallway of their dorm... Ever since that night, he's feeling like he needs to be more than he is, and he needs to learn to work with his Blademates.

Leo's door opens and he just gives Kaz a look that clearly says 'whatever it is you're doing, just get it over with' - before slamming the door. Because Kaz mutters, and the walls are thin except for when Taning uses spells to keep them ensconced in soundproof bubbles.

But then, the look is enough. Kaz marches up to Yulia's door and knocks - three sharp raps. He drops his voice a little, though.]

Yulia? It's Kaz... I know it's early but would you like to join me in the training room downstairs? Y'know, for sparring?

[bostova]

[ yulia had been expecting that knock on her door, actually. she'd been up for a while now, doing her morning exercise routine when she heard someone pacing back and forth out in the hallway.

it wasn't too hard to figure out who it was. taning--stanley-- what-the-fuck-ever, wouldn't do that, neither would josh. brianna didn't even seem the type to come to her at this hour, so that left kaz. (jillian and leo had no reason to knock at her door at all).

wiping her brow with the towel draped on her shoulder, she pads toward her door to answer it even before kaz finishes whatever it was he was saying (something about training rooms, or whatever). ]

Give me five minutes.

[ it's the only thing she says before she closes the door again. five minutes because, as was usual, she'd stripped down to her underwear (sports bra and shorts, always in the morning) before working out.

and it takes her exactly that-- five minutes to freshen up a bit and put her clothes and her weapons on, and she's back at the door, out the room and locking it behind her. ]

Let us go.

Waking The Dead 2.0 | | Between The Lines | | Yulia and Taning, 2063

[bladeweaver]

Taning was fresh off a session with Tohru Fukuzawa. There is nothing, in Taning's opinion, that is quite as deflating, these days; you'd probably agree, if someone casually does, with a mere thought, what you could only do with hours of preparation and several magical foci. Not that the old master hadn't been forthcoming with training, of course. It's always just that knowledge and praxis are two separate things altogether.

Aggrieved, Taning headed for one of an old soldier's sure comforts: the gym. (The other would be the bar, of course.) When he got there, he caught upon what appeared to be the last of a group of youngsters panickedly exiting the gym, muttering something about crazy Vikings and crazy Russians. Ah, thought Taning, Yulia. Of course.

Sure enough, there was Yulia, in the midst of what appeared, to people less acquainted with deadly dances at least, to be an undirected storm of steel and limbs. Saxon and Breton seemed to be doing their level best to eviscerate the Russian, who was attempting to pay the brothers back the favor with gusto. Ever a student of the arts of violence (and conceding that he won't be doing any katas anytime soon anyway), Taning leans on a far wall and focuses on watching Yulia, the Sixth Circle Hunter, who he hasn't actually seen in action yet.

His first observation was that the way Yulia fights only appeared to be uncontrolled. There was a kind of savage animal grace to the way she fought, kind of like a honey badger going to work on a rattlesnake. Rushing forward as she always was, every heavy blow seemed to only glance off of her, or the steel of her knives. She took her chances with the lighter hits, but then again, thought Taning, in a fight to the death you pretty much always do that anyway.

The next thing he noticed sort of flowed from that thought: Yulia always aimed for a vital spot. No wearing down the opponent, no Death of a Thousand Cuts shenanigans. The intent to kill was palpable, and as subtle as she was at defense, there was nothing subtle about the flash of her knives. Which was, of course, not to say that she was predictable; one would think that only aiming for certain places makes for a linear attack, but the way she danced through the fight presented so many angles it was almost impossible to anticipate her.

The last thing Taning noticed before the fight wound down was that the whole time, Yulia was grinning fiercely. Taning had thought typical until he saw her eyes. There was no mirth in the enjoyment he saw in those eyes. All he saw, though of course he could have been wrong, was the blissful oblivion of a junkie who was clearly scoring a hit so that she could... forget.

Taning felt a terrible chill and, oddly, a certain twisting of the gut, as soon as he realized that.

The fight had wound down. Saxon and Breton were talking to Yulia, ribbing her and each other. On their way out, Saxon clapped him on the shoulder and Breton muttered, low and amused, "Your girlfriend should be ready to see you now. Taning chuckled a bit at this, shaking his head at the Nord smilingly.

He turned back to see Yulia headed for him. "Good fight," he offers. "Though you scared all the kids off."

[bostova]

Yulia didn't notice Taning when he comes in. She was more focused on the "sparring match" (it shouldn't really be called that when she and the Brand twins actively try to kill each other in the best/worst ways possible) that she didn't notice when people came and went. The thrill of it was just overwhelming and she reveled in it. She loved every moment of it, the way their blades clashed, the way the blood pumped in her veins, the way Anya sang to her.

The match ended in a draw, this time. Other times, someone would win. She was still smiling, though. A good workout was a good workout, and she always enjoyed these matches against the Brands. She didn't have to check herself every time she landed a hit, and she could go all-out. That was the best part.

She was still smiling when she kept her knives. Saxon and Breton went on ahead; she was still picking up her throwing knives and sticking them back to their holster at her thigh. She was flipping the last one up in her hands when she walked over to where Taning was standing.

"That is why they are kids; so easy to scare off," she smirked. "What is it you want, old dog?"

She didn't stop walking, though, and went straight outside so she could smoke.

Waking the Dead 2.0+ || My Light is in the Shadows

[icarusalsoflew]

[He had received the call only minutes after he had returned to Seigi, fresh from a particularly irritating skirmish along the Tibet-China border. Caller ID: Saxon Brand, an anomaly in itself given how infrequently Saxon and his twin brother called. They were usually content with sending identical SMS messages, or blood walking over to see him in person.

Come quick. Engagement outside of South Africa just got fucked up.

Africa, GPS location so-and-so. Nature: joint engagement, Zangyaku and Netsach, spearheaded by the Wolfhearts and dual-licensed Wings of the Dragon. Main blade: Wolf's Choice. Second: War Hounds.

Saxon did not even have the time to finish his sentence before Hikaru was already on the way. He had arrived, just in time, to see Brigade dragging a hysterical Kaz and Brianna away, Taning - cut apart by Paradox - falling to his knees, Josh well on his way to tackling Taning to the ground to avoid yet another shockwave that would surely get them both killed. As for Yulia...

He had not thought about it, not really. There had not been time, never was when it came to something like a Bladian's Rapture. Which led him to the Now.

So here's one Hikaru Shinta sealing yet another one of the cabin's broken windows with his own blood, and pausing to take a drag from his cigarette. Here's one semi-roughed up Hikaru Shinta, and one very heavily injured and very unconscious Yulia Bostova on a cot Hikaru has had to build himself out of the debris and flotsam and jetsam he found in the cabin. There's no signal where they are, even for Vice. He knows that both Netsach and Zangyaku are going to go looking for them as soon as the situation is under control. The question now, of course, is when things are going to get under control.

Perish the thought. He'd rather will the Vitae in him to heal the wound he's inflicting on himself to stop the bleeding of his wrist and hunker down on the floor, right at the foot of the cot. It's good that he had the sense to move in prepared and in full battle regalia, with just enough supplies and cigarettes to last him a day and then some. He normally wouldn't have, if only because he didn't really need it. His companion, on the other hand, was a different story altogether.

Taking a drag now, setting his head back against the side of the mattress, and shutting his eyes for longer than a blink. He's tired, and not entirely stable (Yulia had not been the only one he had to save, even if she had been his first priority if only because he trusted the members of Wolf's Choice to handle themselves and their own without his assistance now), but he's been through worse before. It'll pass eventually.]

[bostova]

[ There are things that Yulia still hasn't let go of. Her fear and anger towards Grendal was one of them. Combine that with the fatigue that came with a long battle-- a very long battle, a battered body, and a very thirsty Singer--things would definitely take a turn for the worse.

It didn't take too long for Anya to gain control of her body. They were falling apart and she didn't want-- never wanted to see her blade die on her again. Especially not after how far they've gone together.

So she let Anya take over. After that, everything was a blur of blades and blood-- death and destruction, and nothing could stop her. Not even herself.

But it ends all too soon. She's sustained too much damage to her own body while fighting. Before her body gave out, before everything went dark, she knew (distinctively remembers) she saw the Blade King himself enter the battlefield.

That was probably hours ago.

Yulia wakes up at the smell of cigarettes and... blood. Hers, she thinks at first, but... no, it didn't feel that way at all. She cracks open an eye and, as she attempts to sit up from wherever she's lying down, whimpers (hisses and squeals, actually) in pain.

Deep cuts, bruises, that's a broken leg, and-- did she dislocate her shoulder sometime during the fight against Grendal? She isn't surprised, but... ]

Who--?

[ Someone patched her up. Brig? Josh? She can't tell from where she was lying down, but someone is at the foot of the (dinky) cot she's on. There isn't enough light for her to make out who it is, and she's still disoriented and distracted from all the aching and pain stabbing throughout her body (stop squirming). It has to be someone she trusts; she wouldn't feel as calm as she is if it isn't. ]

HISTORY STAMP: pre-Yulia and Taning leaving for Kibo

[atlas_shrugged]

[ He's twirling the Bowie knife he asked from J in his hands, checking the balance. ]

SENT: 03:00 PM
Hey. You're leaving soon. I was hoping to talk. You have time?

[ He tosses it into the air nonchalantly and catches it as it falls back while he texts the message ]

How about April 15th?

[bostova]

[ Her phone was in her hands when Brig's message came in. She was about to call the Brands for another spar before she packs up for Kibo, but... She'd be lying if she said the message didn't intrigue her.

She isn't all that close to Brigade; not as close as she is with Joshua, or, say, Taning. In fact, she still doesn't know what to make of him. Half the time, he says things that she would say, but the other half infuriates her.

Still, she's curious. What does the Promethean want from her? ]

SENT 03:01 PM
What is it?

26 April : I’d like to believe in all the possibilities.

[larue]

[ It's nearly noon when Josh wanders down to the Great Hall, dressed in the crimson staple of the Rhiannon Group. He'd opted out of his morning run, partly because he'd been up fairly late rearranging his sleep cycle.

He's just gotten a tray of food when he spots a group of hunters vacating the table that had become the unofficial seating area of his blade.

Sliding into a seat he leans back and glances around and wonders quietly how Stan and Yulia are doing up in Kibo. ]

hhhhhhgnghfjgn that song ;u;

[bostova]

[ Josh doesn't have to wonder; he could probably ask Yulia directly. She walks in the Great Hall, scanning the area and seeing if there was anyone from her Blade there. She is relieved when she sees Josh and--

she stops. And stares. ]

26 April : hell or glory / i don't want anything in-between

[kinesthesia]

SENT: 07:45 AM
hello, yulia. i just wanted to extend
my congratulations on your initiation
into zangyaku. welcome, sister.
-cisco

[ She sends it while keeping one eye on the children climbing all over Aidan.

Just another day at Falner, really. ]

[bostova]

[ She's wide awake already when she sees the text. She's... not exactly surprised. ]

SENT 07:46 AM
Thank you, Sister.

[ ...She'll have to get used to that. ]

Waking the Dead 2.0 || Friday: June 22, 2063 || 5:00 AM

[thebrandybunch]

[It's been hell of crazy as of late, down in Afghanistan - or, more specifically, somewhere in its mountains, thankfully far from the populated centers. While chasing after a lead on a powerful Relic, some Aegis Kai Doru operatives had ended up stumbling upon an old laboratory of Grendal's. Said old lab had been full of de-activated Wrecks - that is, disfigured monstrosities that were the result of experimenting with Umbra. Said Wrecks had promptly come to life.

That might explain why Zangyaku oni-tsukai were all over the place now, killing them, searching for other labs, and killing more of them. Just might.

As such, Saxon and Breton are hanging around close to the Zangyaku hangar deck, watching the portal, smoking their cigarettes. Their girl was coming soon, along with a bunch of other operatives from Kibo.

This was going to be fun.]

[bostova]

[ She's the first to step through, looking a bit impatient. (She'd gotten a little bored at the briefing. Just a little.) She scans the area and immediately finds the twins and makes a beeline for them. Never wasted much time, Yulia. ]

Sorry I'm late. [ Not really. ] I had to take care of a few things before coming here. [ Like last night's party for Josh, but they don't need to know that. ]

Waking the Dead 2.0 | 8 June 2014, Kibo

[kinesthesia]

[ Cisco wanders down to Kibo early on Friday. She's not dressed in her Zangyaku uniform, has opted instead, for something more casual -- dark, slim jeans and a near-sheer tunic top, comfy shoes; a cloth bag slung over one shoulder and a purse in her other hand. A handful of the senior Whisperers are already preparing their space when she walks in, slipping off her flats by the door and bowing to them in greeting as she comes in.

She seeks out the girl assigned to Yulia, asks to speak with her for a bit and after a customary exchange of greetings through traded haiku, the Reynardi explains what it is she needs. When she is finished, the girl bows, her expression caught between oddly grateful and quietly worried that she'd failed in her assignment, but Cisco reassures her that it's perfectly alright, explains in a handful more verses ( she needs to practice, it's been awhile since she did this regularly ) that the Russian girl is a case best approached in a more... unconventional fashion.

When Yulia finishes morning sparring with the Brands, she can come wander over -- Cisco's outside, she's left today's training in the care of two senior Whisperers ( one boy, one girl ) because she's decided she'll be mentoring the Bladian from hereon. ]

     Four steps--
worn by chance and circumstance.
Above, always that moon.

[ Looking over now, killing her cigarette in that tin she always keeps on her. ] Good morning, Yulia.

[bostova]

[ She's mostly settled into routine, now. Wake up early, do a bit of warm-up, breakfast, morning training, lunch, and then the rest of the day was dedicated to training with the Whisperers. Unless, of course, they had an engagement, which Yulia sometimes wishes was the case.

It isn't that she was not enjoying training with the Whisperers. Just the way they communicated mostly through poetry that baffles her. It definitely isn't her strong point. The first time she tried, almost everyone in the class gave her a dark look for speaking three lines about snow and a rather morbid death (she couldn't help it, really). Her partner couldn't look her in the eye for a day after that, and she feels sorry for her. And for herself.

Which is probably why she just stands awkwardly in front of Cisco, who should probably be inside the hall teaching and not waiting out here. For her, presumably.

That's when her heart sinks and she frowns. She just knew that poetry would get her in trouble. ]

Is this about the other day?

Waking the Dead 2.0 || July 1, 2063 || Sunday

[thetalavega]

[The lovely thing about being a member of the Searing Wind and a Keeper of the Vigil that happened to be a native of the country she was visiting was that nobody asked questions when one DID choose to come around. It helped, of course, that she happened to be the Wolf's first daughter.

Tala Vega makes it a big point to be nice, polite and chipper as she does the rounds, and occasionally asks so-and-so if they would happen to know where Yulia Bostova is. It's not that she doesn't already know: it's that people always get a little freaked by the fact that with a single glance or a tug to the web that she has spun around every single person she's met for herself using her powers, she knows everything that she has to know about you, including where you happen to be.

It's good, sometimes, to play at being human.

Once she is done unnecessarily confirming what she already knew, she's off, zoning in on her target of the moment.]

[bostova]

[ She's alone when Tala reaches her, outside one of the training halls and smoking. Up until a few minutes ago, she was enjoying the company of the handful of people she usually sparred with, and then they started to move away one by one. Word spreads around at Kibo fast-- Tala Vega is around, and Yulia had that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she's there for her.

That last shopping trip is still embedded in her mind. It wasn't a horrible experience (she could list down a few things that are far worse), but it was... definitely overwhelming, and partly confusing. Still. It was a learning experience, and she did pick up a thing or two during that trip that was very helpful with the division she'd chosen in Zangyaku.

She just isn't sure why exactly Tala is headed right for her, though. ]

May I help you, Sister?

Waking the Dead 2.0 || June 14, 2063 || Thursday

[kalikat]

[While it isn't odd at all for Kalika to be doing the rounds in the training hall, it IS odd that she's leaning against the wall closest to where you're practicing, and primarily fixing her attention on you.

She's not about to just step in and interrupt you, though. She'll wait until you've got a free moment to come around.]

[bostova]

[ Yulia and her current sparring partner both notice Kalika watching them--her, so they call it a draw. Her partner moves on to someone else while she makes her way to Kalika.

She nods to her in greeting. ]

Good morning, Magistrate. Is there anything I can help you with?

Waking the Dead 2.0 || July 14, 2063 || Saturday

[thebrandybunch]

[A little after lunch, the training hall of Kibo appears to have a LOT of people hanging around outside with no intention of actually going in.

You'll hear why sooner than you'll see it: there are two voices in there, obnoxiously loud and obnoxiously cheerful. The trash talk and the laughing is occasionally interrupted by the sound of blades clashing.

The Sword and the Shield are in town, ladies and gentlemen. Why? Who knows? But they DID tell whoever would listen that they're on the lookout for their "Favorite, Most Cutest Student Ever!"

[bostova]

[ Since it was a Saturday, Yulia usually had no plans other than spend most of the day to herself. Of course, after her conversation with Makoto, she's been trying to keep herself occupied and not think of Marcin.

It's a bit of a surprise for her to hear that the Brands were at the training halls. A very pleasant and welcome surprise.

She pushes past the crowd and crosses her arms when she has them in her view. ]

Cutest, really?

August 6 || Saturday

[atlas_shrugged]

[ He remembers the night she first got the Makhai back in her khukri. How, for awhile, they drank together at the London pub to dead friends. ]

SENT: 12:27 PM
We almost lost another one. I glanced how you were clinging to Kaz. How are you holding up, Yulia?

[bostova]

[ ... If she takes too long to reply, it's because it's Brig. And she doesn't know how to deal with him, still. Outside of combat, at least. ]

SENT: 01:01 PM
I am fine.

August 9, 2063 / Evening, right after Hikaru messages the Hounds.

[therealbrianna]

[ She replies to Hikaru first, with a tiny furrow on her brows. She peers over to Yulia and waits til she finishes typing, seeing as Hikaru sent all of them a text. ]

Soo... Do you have a gift for Kalika yet?

[bostova]

[ She's shaking her head when she puts her phone away. There's an embarrassed smile on her lips. ]

No, I don't have one yet... You?

Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 12, 2063 || Friday

[thetalavega]

[Sending this off as soon as she and Selene have landed in Dublin~]

SENT: 7:30 PM
Hi, Yulia! Daddy told me that you Hounds were in town.

Free to take a call? :)

[bostova]

[ She blinks at the message for a moment. Did that mean Tala was also in Ireland? Coincidence? Maybe. Can't be too sure with Tala, though. ]

SENT 07:32 PM
Yes. Should I call you?

Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 13, 2063 || Saturday

[thetalavega]

[She and Selene picked Yulia up from Seth's Rest first thing in the morning, and headed straight for the hotel that the Vega twins were staying at. They went over the mission details while eating breakfast in their room, and preparing for the engagement. The port to Italy and the drive over to the villa had been spent getting their stories straight: Selene was going as herself because of her high-profile work with Vice Records, Tala was accompanying her as her manager (yep, she had put on a bit of Glamour and shifted her features just so) and Yulia was Tala's secretary.

Suffice to say, they were the talk of the party for a bit. Why the hell not? Three beautiful women all in one group, and one of them was a renowned musician. Then Tala had worked her magic, maneuvering things to keep Selene on center stage. That left her and Yulia to blend into the crowd and watch things as they needed to.

Now she was officially Bored. The food wasn't bad and neither was the eye candy, but politics bored her.]

If something new doesn't happen in an hour, I'm half-tempted to go to the Dark Hour for just twenty minutes and find something to kill.

[Muttering that to Yulia from over the rim of her wine glass. The two of them are seated at one of the far tables: the perfect vantage point to watch the proceedings of the garden and pool party.]

Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 31, 2063 || Wednesday

[thebrandybunch]

[And the first thing these two do the moment they have fled a safe distance away from the Blade King is plop down in shame with their booze.

Tonight has not been a very good night for them. :(

Why does no one love them. :( :( :(]

[bostova]

[ That's not true. Yulia does! Very much.

Which is why she's coming over to put an arm each around the two of them and pull them in a hug.

It's okay boys, you tried. ]

Hey.

Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 31, 2063 || Wednesday

[icarusalsoflew]

[Many of the guests at Gabriel's party are currently wondering why Hikaru Shinta, who previously looked so relaxed, is now close to one of the edges of the garden, smoking through a cigarette rather furiously, and looking notably stressed.

His source of stress (and worry) happens to be Riley Falner talking to Joshua LaRue.

Yes. Riley Falner, talking to Joshua LaRue. His boyfriend.

Is no one seeing how this could be a Problem?]

[bostova]

[ It's probably awful of her to be this amused, but she is. Hikaru looks so distressed though, so she shakes her head and decides to follow him. She asks for a bottle of wine first though, instead of the glass she asked from earlier (and subsequently gave to Hikaru).

It's that bottle that she offers Hikaru when she comes up to him. ]

You look like you could use more than just one glass.

Waking the Dead 2.0 || September 1, 2063 - Thursday || Before I Go

[ktotheatothez]

[ This comes in a little after Maes shoots him that text. ]

SENT: 8:21 AM
Not sure when you'll get this, but Maes is taking me on my Pilgrimage. I'll explain more once I've packed.

[ He texts Yulia first because of The Punch, and other things. ]

[bostova]

[ And she sees this a little late, during a break at the fights in Nyx: ]

SENT: 10:00 AM
You are leaving without saying goodbye in person. Like Brianna.

[ Yeah, she went there. ]

Waking the Dead 2.0 | Nyx Shenanigans | August 31, 2063

[bladeweaver]

[Morning in an alternate universe finds Taning doing the same thing he does when he wakes up when he's in his own universe: doing kata. Apart from being an easy source of mana, it's actually kind of relaxing, and helps him focus for the day.

Once he's done, he spots you over at the deployment area. He figures he went here with you, and that you haven't had any solo engagements together, so he decides to bug you about deploying together. He hopes you don't mind.]

Hey, mind if I tag along?

[bostova]

[ She looks up from the maps and charts; she'd been checking where she could go next, fighting Nyx. She looks up to Taning, standing there. Without a Sabina. ]

I thought you came here for Sabina?

Waking the Dead 2.0 || Wednesday, October 5 || 10:28 PM

[therealbrianna]

[ She's laughing as the credits roll for the latest movie that she and Yulia have finished. It's been a really good day, full of doing completely normal, painfully human things in safe company. ]

Hey, let's go out and smoke! The view of the sky must be soooo pretty by now.

[ She's already fetching her pack, and gesturing towards the ladder that'll take them up to the roof of the treehouse. ]

[bostova]

Yes, I'd like that. [ She's all sorts of amused and confused at all the movies, and angry at times (because seriously, some of those plot points were just... dumb).

She follows Brianna up to the roof, where she'll stretch up, before lighting up from her own pack. She offers to light Brianna's too, of course. ]

waking the dead 2.0 || october 10, 2063: monday || she didn't forget.

[therealbrianna]

[ IN UR INBOX, BRIGHT AND EARLY. ]

SENT: 7:03 AM
So we're going to the tailor's today, right? :3

[ It isn't... really a question... ]

[bostova]

[ ... :( ]

SENT: 7:17 AM
Yes.

[ s i g h ]

Waking the Dead 2.0 | Arcadia: Dé Luain (Monday), 24th of Nollaig.

[kinesthesia]

[ She gets word of the Hounds' return to the Lightless Lands by keeping the proverbial ear to the ground -- whether that's literal or otherwise doesn't matter so much. It's a good feeling, kmowing that they're back, at least for the meantime.

You'll find Cisco in the gardens, Yulia, going through some yoga stretches. The grass is nice in this particular spot. ]

[bostova]

[ She smiles when she sees Cisco in the distance, and makes her way to her mentor. She keeps a good distance from her while Cisco did her stretches, so she could watch for a bit. She may be married, but there was nothing wrong in admiring good form. ]

I hope you were not too bored while we were gone...?

waking the dead 2.0 || de domhnaigh (sunday), 20th of enair (january)

[samhradh]

[ Around five minutes after you wake up, there's a quiet knock on the door to your chambers. When you do come around to open the door (whenever that is; this messenger is Very Patient), you'll find one of the fiery sun lions of Eriskay sitting on the marble floor, peering up at you with an enveloped gently held in its mouth. It bears the seal of its kingdom.

Said messenger will respectfully leave once you've taken the envelope. The note inside is written in Oberon's own hand. ]

Good day, Lady Bostova. I hope that you are willing to indulge me and join me for lunch. Once you are ready, this letter will show you the way.

[ As soon as you're done reading the thing, it'll start to try to tug itself out of your hands of its own volition. The moment you release it, it'll change into a butterfly made of fiery blades.

#Arcadia ]

[bostova]

[ She isn't expecting to see the sun lion when she opens the door of her room (still only in just her underwear and messy hair). She also wasn't expecting lunch with Oberon today, but that makes her smile.

She checks the time to see it's close to lunchtime anyway. Still, she moves at her own pace as she freshens up and dresses as nice as she could (which, let's face it, also equates to being battle-ready, because this is Yulia we're talking about). When she's done, she opens the door and waves for the fiery blade butterfly to lead the way.

If she's looking forward for this lunch, it doesn't show in the way she moves. ]