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[The comm clicks on to a heavy breath. There's a pause before Vie speaks, and when she does her voice is lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Instead Vie's tone is quiet but firm, an attempt at hiding any emotion but failing more than she would like to admit.]

Marco.

[Another pause. This is harder than she thought.]

You have my loyalty. I will aid you in whatever way I can, just as I did him.

[And that's all you get. She's forced calm for long enough for today. Vie shuts off the comm and lets it drop to the ground beside her.

Anyone passing along Deck 12 might notice a young woman sitting against the door of room 1212. She's hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly ahead. Not wanting to believe that she's lost her closest friend once again, Vie is waiting. Silently she prays to every god she's ever believed in to bring him back, or at very least protect Godric and everyone else that's vanished without a trace where ever they are now.

Vie refuses to think any of those lost to be dead.]

(ooc: She won't be much for conversation right now. Vie's not taking the loss of Godric very well. This is the third time that she's let someone in only to lose them a short time after. She's got a pretty short fuse and is severely lacking patience. If she snaps, it's nothing personal. Vie's a bit of an emotional wreck right now. In time she'll be back to normal. For now? approach at your own risk. :<)

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In my room.

What deck? What number?

[HOW DOES SHE NOT KNOW THIS!?]

[Probably because Goten doesn't even know.]

...hold on, I'll go look.

[Luckily someone suggested he write it down, so he just has to find out where he crammed that piece of paper.]

Umm, six-three-six-oh. ...that's my room, I think. I'm on floor seven.

I'll be there shortly.

[She's on her way. Vie is pretty quick usually and this time she's a woman on a mission. Congratulations on being one of the only people capable of moving her away from that door, Goten.

Sure she's gonna head straight back to Godric's door once she knows Goten is okay, but at least she's moving.]

[Goten would be more than willing to go sit with her once he finds out that's what she's doing.

He doesn't wait for her to arrive, instead just clutching his picture and opening the door to peer out the hallway, looking back and forth since he's not sure from which direction she'll be coming.]

[The stairwell door bursts open and Vie steps into the hall. She starts down the hallway, footsteps quick but still fairly quiet. Spying Goten, Vie slows her pace.]

Goten.

[Much as she wants to, Vie is determined not to cry in front of him. This time it's her turn to be the strong one.]

[Goten makes a sound of surprise, but he's starting to get used to how Vie's ki feels -though it's still so small that it's hard to pinpoint- and had noticed her approach a deck ago.

He checks to make sure he has his keycard; having locked himself out of his room a few times in his excitement has started to get Goten in the habit of making sure he's carrying it. The picture is folded up and tucked into his shirt and then he heads over to Vie and-

Hugs her legs. He's fairly small for a seven-year-old, really only about as tall as a five-year-old, so he only barely reaches Vie's hip at the top of his head. He pats her leg though, and quietly murmurs,]

There there. It's okay.

Edited 2010-07-24 10:32 (UTC)

[She doesn't really know how to react to that. Vie stands, letting him hug her legs and stares down at him. Her hands fall to brush through his hair. Though she barely knows Goten, Vie is well aware that she loves this child like family.

She opens her mouth to speak, to say something, but the words fail. Never in her life has Vie been consoled by a child. Biting her lip, she gives talking another shot. Her voice is soft, but audible.]

I know... I've still got you.

[And Kevas and Mikey and Alice and everyone else she's befriended since arriving on the boat. Her eyes are wet before she realizes. So much for not crying.]

Ummm...here. [Goten doesn't like the tears -mostly because he's got no idea how to deal with them when they aren't his own, and he fishes the drawing out of his shirt to hand to her.

It's a childish portrait of Godric with his fangs and a classic Dracula cape on.] You can keep this until he gets back, okay?

[She quickly wipes her eyes clear and reaches down to take the picture. The image earns a smile.]

Just like the vampire from the stories.

[Vie and Godric had discussed that particular vampire a few times. It was a good memory. Dropping to a crouch, Vie opens her arms for a proper hug.]

I'll be sure to take good care of it.

[Goten eagerly gives her that hug he promised. She's nice and soft and warm like Mama, though kind of more breakable, so he's careful.]

M'kay.

[She didn't get up right away, absently brushing a hand through Goten's hair and gives him a small smile.]

How about you, Goten. Are you okay? You can come to me any time, alright?

[Vie will mother hen Goten until Chi-Chi appears to pry her off. And even then Vie will slip into 'super protective aunt' mode.]

[Goten feels it's perfectly acceptable to let Vie baby him since A) there is nobody around to witness it and B) he likes it.]

I'm okay, just hungry. You wanna go get some food?

[She gives an enthusiastic nod. Sure she doesn't feel great just yet, but Vie's not going to stay sad around Goten. She won't let herself.]

Alright! Shall we go to Sergei's or the buffet?

Okay! [Thinking nothing of it, Goten slips his hand into hers to lead her toward the elevators. Everything's better now, right?

[Vie pauses to glance at him, amused at how Goten manages to not answer the question. Buffet it is! She's content to play the part of happy, for now at least.

Reaching the elevator, Vie hesitates. She really doesn't like elevators. Biting her lip, she steps inside. It's alright if Goten's there. Y-yeah.]

Deck 4, I think. Ah. Can you press the button?

[She'll try not to flinch when the doors close and the box starts moving.]

[Yeah Goten figured they could just go to both.

He has to reach up and stand on his toes to reach the button, but he manages and returns to her side immediately, holding her hand and idly chattering about the other pictures he drew of his brother, his friends and his mother.]

[She listens, glad for the distraction and throwing in her own comment here and then. When the elevator stops, Vie moves quickly from the moving box and feels a lot better once she's out. It's not that it's dangerous, just unknown. How it moves on it's own still puzzles her.]

[Goten doesn't really notice her agitation, just figuring she's still upset about Godric and instead doing his best to fill any silences with chatter. He is also STARVING -as per usual- and will break into a run once he spots the buffet.]

[Upon reaching the buffet, Vie realizes that she hasn't actually eaten since well before she heard Marco's message about Godric being gone. She doesn't feel like eating, but it smells so damn good.

Making sure that Goten is alright, Vie nabs herself and apple to munch on while she follows the boy around.]

[Goten happily loads up a plate with just one kind of food, then brings it over to a table and sets it down.

...then he goes back and loads up another plate with one other kind of food. And...does the same thing again and again, until there's almost ten plates full of food on the table.]

[Vie stops eating and just... stares.]

Goten? Are you really going to eat all that?

Huh?

Yeah, I am. [Obviously. 8| Why else would he cart it all over to this table? Goten digs in, though he eats at a SOMEWHAT reasonable pace.]

[Wow. Just... wow. At least it would explain where he gets all his energy from. Vie watches in awe.]

[After a moment Goten pauses and stares at her, a dinner roll between his teeth. He holds up one of his plates; did you want some, Vie?]

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