Scene #5974: ICoT - See You In The Next One

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The Kid	After the eventful days beneath the Pinnacle, the Kid slipped into a coma soon after everyone made their escape from Caelondia. After being ushered to a medical wing at Elysium Apex, he was found to be suffering from absolute muscle strain, as well as exhibiting unusual neural activity. But the latter cleared up after a few hours, and he began a long trek towards healing from the former. He's finally at the point where he can sit up in bed, when a call comes in from Rucks. Things have been mostly smoothed over, and now that the Kid is up, he wants to convene everyone to discuss things. Having it at Elysium Apex may cause issues with inviting non-Concordians, so Zulf extends the offer of using his home. The Kid would insist on walking himself there, but his legs give out after only a few steps, so a wheelchair will be needed. It's certainly lived-in, and exhibiting that point in a relationship where things are migrating between the the homes of the partners. The simple, Uran decorations coupled with the shelves of scrolls of Ura and Cael history, culture, and relations are mixed with feminine fashion left lying around. Multiple pairs of shoes by the door, a shawl left draped over the arm of a chair. "I apologize for the mess," the man himself says. He's looking well, safe for the reddish imprint on his right cheek. On close inspection, it resembles a handprint. Zia is the next to arrive, smiling cheerfully. The biggest smile she's ever worn, honestly. She goes around giving everyone a fond hug, eliciting a slight groan of pain from Kid. "I'm so glad to see you all. I still can't believe..." She pulls away, and wipes at her eyes with the hems of her sleeves, just as Rucks and Venn arrive, followed shortly by Dion. The air between the two Mancers is tinged with awkwardness. Years of abuse and racial hatred between colleagues don't just go away because they ally, but they seem to be trying. "So, we all here then?" Rucks asks, glancing around the room, before nodding with satisfaction. "Okay. Before I get into it, anyone got anythin' to say?"
Alexis	Alexis had missed out on that final push as she had been needed for things back home, but that's okay. Infiltration really wasn't her thing, and too many people in the group would of started to make things look more suspicious than they had already been. But she certainly wasn't missing this. She returns Zia's hug, then resumes her usual position of leaning back against a wall, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. When Rucks asks about 'anything to say'. A lot of things go through her mind. 'You all proved me wrong' was one, thinking about how she had suggested they just leave the troubled past behind and forge on. This had seemed crazy and impossible, but they had all made it work. But that was from a point that most of the important parties present wouldn't remember, so in the end, saying so wouldn't really matter. Instead she just ops for a simple "This sure was one hell of an adventure, wasn't it?"
Flamel Parsons	Parsons has focused on this business enough that he offers to be the one to push the wheelchair. He takes a seat eagerly, with a broad smile, and friendly greetings to Zulf. "Don't worry about any messes! A comfortable space is the product of a comfortable mind. How're you? I hope you've been well after all the stress I'm sure we've put on things." He adjusts his sunglasses and peers to Rucks. "Nothing I'm sure you've heard plenty of. I'm really glad you've made it through this! Lots for your sake, after all." That business he did, having to perform a Cobb Maneuver, being exposed to that nightmareish mentality, all of it was worth it in the end! Thank goodness. Thank GOODNESS. "It was really tough, but I knew we could pull through it by trying our hardest and doing our best!" Always the optimist, even when that optimism is past-tense.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone arrives in fairly casual clothing caro pants boots, A deatch sleeved vest and shirt under it. Not much else she was however seemingly in good spirits when she arrived a bit after Alexis. She just seemed in a good mood they'd somehow managed to pull it off in the end. "It really was something wasn't it Alexis." Flamel's optmism is something xhe's fine with, given how the news is on her home world and a lot people act, they seem to think the world's going to end on tuseday. "So where do we go from here?"
Priscilla	Injuries, even comas, can be healed from, given time and expert medical attention (which Priscilla has access to in spades, and had ordered applied immediately), so when the Kid is up and about, Venn looks like he hadn't fallen down a flight of punches, and they can get together in a room with Rucks at the same time, for the first time, Priscilla wears an odd, distant, hint of a half-smile at the remaining half of the facts going through her head: lives do not. What she actually says in lieu of it is only indirectly different. "I am gladdened that I had chosen to place mine faith in thee. There was certainly no lack of opinion that such supposed 'miracles' shouldst be left untouched, and yet had I knelt to the idea of allowing the Bastion to simply flee, it wouldst be not possible to tell any of thee so." And then to the Kid and Zia. "I am proud of thee, both. It is even rarer than most that such qualities proveth themselves twice over."
The Kid	Kid lets out a weak laugh at Alexis, which prompts a chuckle from Rucks. "Sure was. Figured I was gettin' too old for that kind of thing." Kid chimes in with, "I'm young, and I don't want another one for a good while." The mood is immediately lightened, something that rewards Alexis with a smile from Zia. Priscilla chimes in, offering praise to Zia and Kid. The latter just scratches his head and says nothing, while Zia says, "I didn't really do much. It was all of you that made this happen." Rucks pats Flamel on the shoulder, alive and well. "We Caels are hospitable. Don't you worry, your little mind tricks gave me a few ideas. Favours for favours." Dion clears his throat. "While I'd like to hear everythin' that went on, we do got some catchin' up to do." The natives settle down as the Marshal begins to talk. "Fyxe confessed to everythin', even started namin' names. Mancer numbers took a real hit after all the arrests, but every guild had a few bad eggs. One of 'em was the First Marshal, so..." He pulls on his duster, revealing a much shinier badge than his last. "Y'all in good company now." He's smiling under his moustache. "We put word out. Nothin' like this can be buried. Most folks're outraged, but a few thought the Mancer's should've gotten their way. We passed word to the Ura as well. They got real frosty, haven't heard back since." Zulf chimes in with a sigh. "I will confess," he begins. "I was the same. I asked my fiance to leave the City with me. In my anger, I wanted to be anywhere else. She gave me this." He points to his cheek, at the red handprint. "She said that at a time like this, I would be needed more than ever. We argued, but..." He's smiling too, in a way that implies he's trying to be rueful, but can't. "I could never say no to her." Zulf, Venn, and Dion all chuckle, clearly the only ones in the room 'experienced' in this. "The two of us are keeping things smooth at the Pinnacle. They want to put me in charge..." He rubs the back of his neck. "But I had a hand it all. I don't think I deserve a second chance just because I was involved in fixin' it. Once everythin' is smoothed out, I'm gonna turn myself in, and name Venn as my replacement." The room becomes heavy. Even Venn is surprised.
Alexis	That gets a long thoughtful pause even from Alexis. Though in the end she just shakes her head a little and shrugs. "You're willing to fess up to what you did and take your lumps. That will mean a lot, regardless of how things turn out for you from here."
Flamel Parsons	"I thought she might have! I was gonna ask for a moment, but I figured slaps are generally just a person's own private business. I'm glad you decided to stay, though!" Parsons is especially insistant on that part. "I agree with her a lot, you'll definitely help a ton here. I mean, it's not like I can clean up my own mess very well." He makes a sheepish shrug and a happy smile. Then he turns to Zia. "I really think you underestimate what you did. Stabilizing Venn's mind probably helped me dive through it into Rucks, just for one thing!" Then he smiles widely at Dion. "Oh! Wow! I wasn't even sure what I did would stick. I really hope he makes a good recovery. Who knows what kind of pain he was in, living like that. I needed a week of decontamination just from touching his mind the one time. I'm glad he's doing his best to fix things! It's nice to see the good that hope can do. I hope it'll get him back to being a happy and fulfilled person soon." His reaction to Rucks' declaration is concerned, though, thinking uneasily. "...Hmmm. Well, I think that's your decision to make! It's one that I wouldn't stop if you're really deciding to do it, but it feels wrong on some intuitive kind of level. You don't want another chance, but... Hmmm, can you explain more?" He takes a contemplative posture, leaning on one palm, propped up on an elbow like a scaffolding to construct a thought. "Guilt is a pretty tough emotion. It's what was made to keep people in a tribe from hurting people in their tribe -- and it does that, you know, by sort of bludgeoning you into inaction mentally." Then he gestures broadly. "But sometimes, the best way to deal with this sort of thing isn't to stop, it's to keep going. I think it's important to think about whether or not this is the kind of time where you really want to abstain from doing anything, or if the natural urge to back out of the context is overwhelming the chance you might have to help things." He clasps his hands in an understanding posture, and says, "But, you've got my help and well-wishes for anything you decide to do, obviously!"
Priscilla	"Congratulations, then, upon thine promotion." Priscilla says to Dion. For a refreshing change of pace, she's just being polite, instead of guarded or suspicious. This place has had enough conspiracies for a while. "Admitting the existence of such a thing is likely best, if only for the sole fact that thou art currently able to dictate the terms on which it is responded to, and not left to contain what damage arises whence it inevitably slips out of its own accord. There is neither surprise in some discord, nor productive ends in attempting to quash it severely and immediately." It's difficult to bring herself to do so with Zulf, but someone has to smile a little for the right reasons between them. "That is unacceptable." she then says, sharply and well outside of the usually soft and slightly stilted tones of her conversation. "I know thou not to be the sort of simpleton who believes the most important element of resolving disaster is to punish those involved as extensively as possible. Thou hast only the luxury of such small-minded expressions of guilt for thou no longer remember a time otherwise. It was by thine instruction that any of this was reparable whatsoever; a trait rendered utterly worthless by confinement for the sake of law. If thou truly feel greater responsibility for being related proximally to the Calamity than thou dost for the Bastion, the child of thine very hands, then act upon it." "Fyxe sees no use in pointing to thee. The Marshals hath yet to disagree otherwise. Turning thineself in is not taking responsibility, but fleeing from it, to a place with no expectations upon thee so as to mope in private." Her voice actually escalates a notch higher. "Sir Rucks, I hath seen thee /die/ to fix the Mancers' mistake. /Everyone/ of this world hast /already been given/ their second chance, and art living it at this very moment. Even Fyxe. Thou art in no position to decline what hast already been accepted; thou shalt continue to maketh use of it as thou already hast, as it is too late to withdraw now. Whether thou enjoy the thought or not, thou art now responsible for the future of what wouldst happen from here." "I believeth not for a moment that thou wouldst decide that doing absolutely nothing is best for this country or its people, nor that it absolves thee of responsibility for what might happen in thine absence."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa looks over to Dion she grins a bit. "We do owe you that much don't we Dion?" She listen as she hears Fyxe confessed and some clean up is under wayt. "Your a good cop from what I have seen and way to go on that promion." She listnes about the status of the Ura. "Can't fault them being frosty about this." She grints at Zulf as he brings up his fiance. Then things get heavy as Rucks brings up what's been going on with him. "Rucks your why we we able to do anything if not for the Bastion...Yes what Lady Priscilal says is true, you fell helping us. Even get a chance to power up the Bastion."
The Kid	Two trains of thought run through the room in response to Rucks. Some support him in thinking that, others vehemently disagree. Things get particularly chilly when Priscilla mentions that he died in the previous timeline, making Kid scratch his cheek and Zia look away. The old man clutches his cane quietly before Kid chips in. "When I met ya, you ordered me around right away. Always figured you were one for delegatin', but I never figured you would run to prison to do it." He juts out his chin, a challenging look in his eye, daring the Mancer to answer back. Finally, he does. By raising his cane and giving Kid a sharp rap on the forehead with it. "I'm old. Think I'm entitled to the occasional bout of melancholy." Kid rubs the point of impact with a scowl, but his eyes are pleased. The room lightens again, having experienced a real roller coaster lately. "Now that that's sorted, gotta cover where we go from here," Dion says, before looking to Kid. "Young man. Seein' you in that raid got a real fire in my men's bellies. Never seen 'em so driven to prove themselves after you showed 'em up. Fact of the matter is, now that I'm First Marshal, my spot needs fillin', and I'm thinking you might be jus' right for it." The Kid's eyes light up. "You want me in the Marshals?" He almost starts pushing himself up out of the wheelchair to shake Dion's hand immediately... but then he glances around, at Flamel at Priscilla. "But I'm just on vacation, right?..."
Flamel Parsons	The Psychonaut gives a broad smile, a happy and more eager one. He doesn't harp on the points he made, he just gently lets the outcome of things be good and settles for that. "I think everyone's entitled to melancholy in their own way! But you've definitely more than earned that share, Rucks." He seems relieved, though. Rucks being alive again was /enough/, but him not being imprisoned was even better. Thank goodness. Then... Oh! Here comes the next question. Flamel puts a hand to his chin and taps it there, like doing so might dislodge some jammed wisdom. "Hmmmm... You know, this is a good question. Because, really, the Concord is all about fulfilling personal potential to its peak -- and, well, this sounds like you'd be fulfilling a whole lot! I know you'd be an absolutely wonderful lieutenant to the new First Marshal, and knowing you, I think it would help you grow and meet your potential in new and better ways." He continues the tapping. "Do you think that'd be mutually exclusive with you... Well, ending your vacation? I'm not sure I think it would, but that's something you'd have to work out with our friend Dion. I'd like to say we've proven we can be a great influence! But a man has principles, and who knows which ones might disagree with ours. What I think is, you're a strong enough man to meet the standards of more than one code, and I've seen you make enough hard decisions that I think you could please Dion and Priscilla both if it came to it. It would sure be a tough time! But I just have that optimistic feeling about it." He looks hopefully to Dion, smiling that positive smile, and then looks to Priscilla, eager to hear a much more... Compelling argument. Parsons isn't one who's great with words, but Priscilla is far more so.
Alexis	Alexis tries to stifle a snicker when Rucks responds with his cane, and only partially succeeds. In the end, its his decision though. As it is for everyone else in the room. Like what comes up next. She tilts her head a little to the side. The Concord isn't really her business, but... There's advantages to not being on one side or the other, that usually boils down to being able to speak her mind more freely much of the time. "I think, if both the Marshals and the Concords want you... You could be the liason between the two as part of the role?" She looks from Dion to Priscilla and back again. "Just a musing." Then after another moment or two of thought adds, "If anyone can handle helping both operations make sure this sort of thing doesn't happen again..." Alexis gets up from her leaning position, walks over and puts a hand (lightly to not aggrevate any injuries) on Kid's shoulder much as she did way back when they were debating what to do with Bastion's capabilities. "... It'd be you. You've proven capable of making some seriously tough decisions. Ones even us experienced 'adventurer' sorts would of prefered to walk away from."
Kotone Yamakawa	things seem sorted out now about Rucks or as far as she can go with that, after all, she's not part of the Concord and she's said her peach on that. With the Kid ending up in the Marshal she grins for a moment at this. She seems to approve of Dion's choice with the Kid and she also sees he is pretty pumped for the idea. She also notes Flamels offer to train that could be pretty good she muses. "That could work pretty well Alexis if it pans out through all the legal tape?" she notes tiling her head. "You made calls I think I'd have trouble making."
Priscilla	Look, Priscilla gets royal dibs on the controlling share of all melancholy and who is allowed to get a share. Enough got inflicted on everyone else here as part of this whole Calamity thing that she decides Rucks has exhausted his allowance. The Kid's small crisis of place is significantly more benign, and easy to answer. "The Concord is very much in favour of leading by example." she says softly. "Though there art certainly positions I feel beneath thee, and a waste of thine talents to commit to for the sake of inspiring a handful of lessers rather than a much greater whole, a champion of Pyth is not one I feel so towards. If such is an organization thou wouldst passionately lead in a manner befitting the Concord, then very well. Many of our Partners bear multiple responsibilities in their lives. It is no great difficulty of mine to transition thee to reserve activity, after so long a period of primary crisis status."
The Kid	Kid rubs the back of his neck as he considers the offer. They're not saying 'no,' but his new sets of memories bare a lot of loyalty that this iteration doesn't exactly feel. He looks to Dion, to Priscilla, and clears his throat. "Look. I appreciate the offer, but I think your men would feel a little raw at someone like me jus' showin' up and taking the second chair. Besides..." He looks to Priscilla and smirks. "I don't think I'm good enough just yet." Zia looks a little down as the Kid leans back in his chair. "Right, now I got some stuff to share. Pretty big." He looks at the Elites primarily as he begins. "First off, I remember how to build the Calamity Cannon." Once again, the room grows cold. "I poured over those blueprints after the old m-Rucks, died. Pyth gave 'em back to me, they're all up here." He taps his forehead. "That thing was damn powerful. Given the right stuff, I could rebuild it. Should I?"
Flamel Parsons	Parsons whistles, and takes his sunglasses off, folding them up. "You don't throw soft pitches, Kid!" He says, laughing a little. "That's a really good question! I remember how brutal that thing was, and I remember... You were in a pretty bad place when you used it! So I can't say for sure if it's a good idea or not. I would say, what I saw in the formations it made, the, uh, Wrongness that it was forming, it felt psychohazardous. I don't know if I'd call the Calamity a psychohazard, or just something that could have psychohazardous properties. The psychonaut-- Well, the psychonauts, plural, in me say that it would probably be a pretty substantial risk." He takes a moment and thinks a while more. "But the Concord Brilliant in me says that that's sort of a matter of cost and benefit. And you've worked more than enough to get the world more stable, so you can really afford to do this if you want to... And I think if anyone could safely use that tool, it'd be someone Pyth said was worthy. It really would be a shame to let that all go to waste, at least in our own way of thinking about it." He looks a little uneasily to Kotone, expecting that the Paladins have a less favorable view of the technology. Priscilla, at least, probably won't balk at Scary Bad Energy, given her, uh... Her everything.
Alexis	Alexis just holds up her hands. "Not my call." Thank Arceus for that. "But... it's as much the people that were in charge as it was the cannon." She lowers on arm, while the other stops halfway to make a finger-gun gesture. "Whoever is gonna pull the trigger." She lightly snaps her hand up as if firing the finger-gun. This is exactly the sort of tough decisions they were talking about, isn't it? She sighs softly, and folds her arms as she leans against the wall once more. "Then again... not that I'd call the Calamity a good thing, ever... but without it we wouldn't be here talking..."
Priscilla	Really, Priscilla isn't sure why she's surprised to hear that. She is anyway. Somehow, she had compartmentalized the 'previous timeline' so much that it hadn't occurred to her a god-given memory flashback would include details like that, and so the ensuing triple blink gives her thoughts away, regarding the fact that Pyth apparently doesn't fuck around. "Unless thou intendeth to hath Sir Parsons erase thine memories, the question is hardly 'shouldst', and even then, I recommend against tampering with what it is thine god hast given thee. Thou shalt always possesseth the capability. It is perhaps best then to place such knowledge where it is possible to develop, and if a necessity, counteract, than simply to carry the burden of such strange plans on thine own forever. There is much about the Calamity we still knoweth very little of, and some things that Sir Rucks now remembers not. It is perhaps not necessary that thou shouldst rebuild it, but it it is not only a necessesity, but an inevitability, that it shalt be built." She pauses only one moment to consider. "Perhaps decline to bring such anywhere near here, however. This world needs no remidners."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa will let the Kid make his own choices here he's more than earned the right to with what he's gone through. Then the Canon comes up? She looks concerned about it. She looks at Flamel for a moment she does seem to have a concerned look on her face. She does not like it clearly but the Paladins have no jurisdiction here at all she's thanking her lucky Stars Dion is on board with the help they have got from her and the others. Priscilla also makes an excellent point about it. Still, she doesn't look entirely happy about this, then again her world's own brush with nuclear weapons? Is something she clearly recalls from when she was a kid. "Flamel? I have no legal pull here Caledonia is not an ally or member of my backers." She looks to Priscilla for a moment nodding a bit. "That someone else might figure out how to make such a weapon again? That is true..." She also looks to Alexis "It's true if it hadn't have happened...we wouldn't have met anyone from here." She's not happy about it but she clearly shows this isn't her call to make, not her world she has no legal power to act here. Still though the use of that canon is forever bruned into her mind there's no way with her agumentics that the memory will ever fade. "I think that is wise Lady Pricilla if such action were to be taken it would be best to not bring it anywhere near here."
The Kid	"All right," Kid says. "I'll uh... write it all down sometime, and then lock it up. I think my office had a safe? That'll do."Everyone nods along withy Priscilla's comment about this world not needing that anywhere near it. "Right, one more thing. So..." Now he looks honestly sheepish, running his hand through his shaggy hair. "Y'all know me as 'Kid,' and I remember why now. So... that moment where we first met Zulf and brought him back? That was the first time the old man told me his name, and asked for mine. Until then, it was all orders." Now it's Rucks' turn to look a little sheepish, as Kid carries on. "I'd been called a kid my whole life, so I thought I'd just try to own it. But honestly, I just wanted to get back at him a little. My only act of teen rebellion ever." He lets out a dry laugh. "Now, y'all only know me as Kid, and I don't mind it now. I think I've clearly shown that I'm not 'just a kid,' and not one of y'all can say otherwise. So if ya just wanna keep it at that, that's fine. But if you wanna know the name my ma gave me, this is your only chance."
Flamel Parsons	So, Flamel Parsons' intense, painfully gnawing curiosity about essentially all secrets was something that had been part of him for a long time, and only recently did he learn that it was actually a somewhat false concept that emerged from implanted diverse mentality. That's why, lately, he's felt no compulsion to shake people down for their /secrets/, obsessing over data and information in a way more befitting the old League. Unfortunately, as it turns out, not all gnawing, intense curiosity is something that comes out of deep, dark personal secrets about one's hidden origins. Sometimes, high-intensity curiosity is something that happens because of the circumstances. tThis is one of those times. Parsons' posture shoots forward like he's a snake about to plunge his teeth into the Kid. "/Absolutely/." This has been one thing that was on his mind for a long time, and it took all his self-restraint -- and a copious helping of legal restriction against mental invasion of minors -- to not try to dive into The Kid's brain and find the name himself. Now he's got a chance!
Alexis	"Oh, you've more than proven yourself not just a 'Kid'," Alexis concurs. "But that's kind of what makes it a nickname. Like how Leyanne is a big buff thrillseeker mouse from Mars yet everyone calls her 'Tiny'. Or naming a tiny unevolved Pidgey 'Hurricane'." "But," It's a lot more composed than Flamel's response but she does lean forward from the wall with a clearly curious intent, "That's all it is, a nickname... Even if they tend to stick. Wouldn't hurt to know the real name behind it. Between fire forged friends and all."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa put the information on the canon aside, there's not much to do about it now, right? Then the matters turn to something far less heavy. Kid's name. "I recall that Kid and I will not lie I have been wondering what your name is even if you just got by Kid. I have honestly been curious about it the whole mystery of it." She looks a bit sheepish but she is being honest though she's not looking like she's ready to pounce the Kid. "Or how my friend Corona likes to call me Koto."
Priscilla	Expecting another hardball question about the future of Caelondia, Priscilla is /even more/ surprised this time at this last, particular faire on offer. She coughs out loud, in a way that isn't entirely believable (unhelped by the fact that she basically doesn't cough ever). "I admit the compromise of 'Sir Kid' to be an awkward one. I hath become accustomed, perhaps even endeared, to it to be certain." She thinks for a moment. "Very well. I cannot promise, however, that I shalt use it. A nom de guerre forged in the moment is difficult to shake."
The Kid	"Oh yeah, not gonna insist on it," Kid says. "Most folks know me as that. It'll be confusin' otherwise." And so, he tells them his name. It's a good name. "Now, I think I should be getting him home," Zia says, walking behind Kid and taking the handles of his wheelchair. Venn takes in a breath to say something, but both Rucks and Zulf have hands on his shoulders immediately. "I can get back myself," Kid protests. "Sure," Zia replies. "And do what? Cook for yourself, even after your better? Actually stay in bed?" He frowns, as Zia looks to everyone. "I already discussed it with Father. I'm leaving Caelondia. I wanted to, even before the Calamity. Before, I wanted to see the Ura, but now there's a whole Multiverse out there. Maybe I'll strike out for myself someday, but for now, he needs someone to look after him." Kid just grumbles to himself as she wheels him out the door, but he turns and offers a limp wave to everyone. "Goodbye, my friends. Thank you for everything," Zia says with a beaming smile. Venn doesn't look entirely happy, but he and Rucks are the next to leave. "We still got a lot of work to do. Be in touch with you all soon," the older gent says, steering the father towards the Pinnacle, and away from the warpgate. Dion tilts his hat and says, "Well, ya snatched him out from under me. I guess losin' him is a fair trade for not dyin' to some mad Mancer scheme. Take care of 'em, got it? And thanks." He too strides from the home, duster fluttering behind him. "Well, that was something. I'd thank you all if you could leave shortly. Jiera-my fiance-will be home soon, and you are all very hard to explain," Zulf says with a wry smile. "And... while I am not caught up on everything that happened, Zia told me that Jiera died in the Calamity. So, because you all prevented that, I owe you everything. Should you ever need me, you need only call."
Flamel Parsons	Parsons commits it to memory. He likes it, though there's always that little temptation to make the pun. "It looks like you won't be working alone, Kid! I'm glad to hear you'll be getting what you wanted, Zia. You've earned it, after all this time!" He gives her a bright, encouraging smile. "Make sure he recovers well and stays in good shape!" Then he gives a wave to the Kid, saying, "We'll see you soon! Rest well, we'll need you in good shape." He's back to Venn, and Rucks. "Tons, I'm betting! I wouldn't want to keep you from it. Thanks for trusting me, and helping us. Both of you, eventually! I couldn't have done it without you." And a chuckle to Dion as well. "Same goes to you, really! I know everything I said and how I said it never really fit the way it ought to have, and I'll always be glad that someone's in charge now who's willing to bridge the gap when I can't. I don't think he'll be out of your reach too long, keep a good spot open for him somewhere and I think he'll find his way back someday. Because we're gonna make sure he lives and grows that long!" He gives a little respectful, grateful nod to Zulf. "I wouldn't want to intrude! We're pretty tough to explain. You're right, she did die -- though, you know? I actually met her; you kept her alive that whole time in your mind. You're one hell of a man, Zulf, and you've got a lot of merits, but one of them is how deep you dig into your own feelings. I'd have a hard time finding a love that was as strong as yours! And I'm glad I could help it. I'll let you know if I need a diplomat's touch; I'm just terrible at that sort of thing, you know?" He vanishes into invisibility. What a satisfying end to all this. Not perfect, not by any means. But it feels right. And that, in the end, is what's most important.
Alexis	He's right, it's a rather fine name. It'll stick with as much as the nickname does. Alexis smirks a bit she raises a hand in a playful mini-salute even though she's not wearing a hat to salute with. "Y'all rest up well." To say they'd been through hell and back would be an understatement. ... Flamel doing things like that with psychic powers STILL gives her a slight heebie jeebies after all that though... Alexis pauses at the door briefly, and turns to grin at the others. "Let's do it again sometime... but with less end of the world stopping the end of the world, eh?" Then instead of a fuss she just shakes her head, still with the smirk, as she ambles out herself. "Now that is how you end two adventures..."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa grins at the name "I like it, Kid it's a good name don't worry I won't spread it about." She looks to Zia nodding a little bit. "Take care Zia and I'll keep in tuouch." She looks to Venn for a moment and nods a little bit at Ven "You take care as well." She waves ot Dion and makes note prhaps the Paladins should get some formal arrangment to be able ot work with the Marshals when needed in the future more easily but that can wait. She laughs a bit at Zulf "Don't worry Zulf I'll be in tuch as a I said and if your neede I'll hit you up but for now? Enjoy the future you have earned." She'll get up and head out though she may drag Alexis out to check out some of the local food before they leave the city...
Priscilla	Priscilla agrees that it is a good name. Not quite what she had expected, but then what had she expected at all? This has been their first chance to experience Caelondia as anything but a sad, shattered memory, and she appreciates every bit of it. "I wouldst hope to see thee again, at some point in the future, Lady Zia. Do not let thine travels prevent thee from sending a simple message, every now and again." Priscilla nods about as respectfully as she does to Dion as he exits, more or less the 'superior station' version of a bow. The first five percent of a snort escapes her when Zulf interjects, but what she says is "A bold request, but in truth, I am somewhat tired of explaining mine presence here over and over, and wouldst appreciate a break from doing so." Especially with Parsons present to talk about time travel and psychohazards. "I expect we shalt be in touch again, at some future point. Arrangements such as these seldom vanish into thin air -not for long- and our interests overlapping with Sir Rucks and Venn art not quite over yet. I shalt see that nothing quite so 'eventful' transpires again." "Fare thee well, all of thee. I hope to speak again. May the Flames guide thee."