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[The comm clicks on. Someone sounds tired.]

Do I dare to ask what's happening now? This week has been eventful enough without the sudden burst of new passengers.

[She sighs.]

Alright. I'm just going to go read.

[Vie is in the library, curled up in her usual pile of pillows and making a fair attempt at ignoring all the strangeness.]

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[Stunned silence is stunned and... silent.]

G-godric?!

Y'know.

[He says, as he saunters over!]

You keep making that face, it'll stick like that.

Yes.

[He lifts one shoulder in something that's not quite a shrug, and sinks cross-legged to the floor beside her.]

I don't think it's permanent, and Major Kusanagi has said we aren't like to remember anything.

[That voice. She knows that voice all too well. Vie takes a lot of effort to not look up from her book and turn the page to continue reading.]

I fail to see how that's any of your concern.

[She's a little huffy.]

Another place like this. Maybe it wasn't you...

*He'd never heard of different versions of people before...but Roddan didn't have much experience in different worlds.*

Not even a 'hello'? 'Ben, you delicious creature, I missed you terribly, let me flash my jubblies'? Not that you've got much to flash, I suppose.

[He just grins. And maybe leers a little.

... BUT HE ACTUALLY SORT OF WANTS YOU TO SAY YOU MISSED HIM yes he is that much of a puppy.]

[Forgive her Godric while she stares a moment more before she reaches out to take his hand. Vie's trying not to let her hands shake too much. Damn emotions.]

But that's not fair. I don't want you to go.

[Vie shakes her head.]

There are many strange things beyond what we know, Roddan. A woman stated earlier that tomorrow the new arrivals will be gone and I'll remember nothing of this meeting.

[She really doesn't like that.]

I hope she is wrong. I do not want to forget.

[Vie cracks up laughing, strides forward and flings her arms around his neck. It's more of a tackle than a hug. Good luck keeping your footing, Frek.]

It would do you well not to let him hear you say that, Frek.

[/SNUG]

[He glances down at her hand, and allows her touch. Forgive him, Vie, being dead and then abruptly not is somewhat disorienting, even for someone well used to it.]

I'm sorry.

[Rare words, from him. But he means them.]

Yfandes. I am Vie.

[TALKING HORSE. THERE IS ALL THE REASON TO BE NERVOUS.]

Who are you looking for?

[Frek is like one of those blow-up clowns you punch that pop right back up again. He stumbles, but manages to stay on his feet, and is glad to wrap his arms around her and spin.]

Say what? That our feathered friends in the sky may be attracted to his head under sunlight?

[She can't reply to that. Vie shakes her head.]

Not your fault.

[She appreciates the words, but can't think much of them. Her eyes sting, tears building and falling before she knows they're there. If he'll allow it, Vie's going to toss her book aside, slink her arms around his neck and just... cling for a bit.]

Where did you go?

[And allow it he does.]

Home.

[Which is a: you know where I went, but I'm being gentle about reminding you because you are part of the Daddypire Fambly.]

[Vie sighs, snaps her book shut and looks up at him. She's trying to be angry and keep him distant but the grin, the attitude, the annoying but likable nature.

She smiles a little.]

Hello Ben, you annoying hound. I hate to admit it but your presence has been missed. I say this, because tomorrow you will be gone and none of today will matter.

[Vie is sad about this and it shows.]

That sounds like a perfect recipe for a one-night-stand, then, if you ask me.

[He flops down beside her, absconding with several of her pillows in the process.]

So? Still terrorizing all the boys, no doubt?

[She laughs when he spins her. Normally she wouldn't get this personal with Frek but he's the first sign of home that she's seen.

Vie hasn't been this happy in a while. She loosens her grip and leans back a bit but doesn't let him go. Her grin fades, Vie frowns a little.]

Do you remember the Ontari Assualt?

[He won't of course, since he's referring to Shad and Tarquin as alive and well.]

[Confused at her change in enthusiasm but happy that she's letting him hold her, Frek blinks and rewards her with a curious look.]

Ontari Assault? No. They have been assaulting?

[She knows, but Vie dared to hope it was otherwise. The girl rests her head on his shoulder. She's not letting go any time soon. Her next words are in Kirovian.]

Things have changed a lot since you left. I killed a man, went to the brig. Earlier this week I was 5 years old and terrified, yesterday I was male. Today, you're here.

[Consider this confession time.]

[He closes his eyes, lets the cadences of her foreign words wash over him. He's learned enough now that he understands most of what she's said, or at least the general sentiment.]

I regret not being there for you.

[Look, he's also speaking Kirovian! Being dead has no bearing on his mad linguistic skills, apparently.]

[She laughs, blushing a little and does her best to ignore it. Vie hates that she blushes so easily. Ben being Ben doesn't help things at all. In a bid to distract herself, she hits him playfully with one of the smaller pillows.]

None fight back quite like you. Apparently I'm too sweet.

[Thwak! You're lucky he's in a good mood! There are some weres that would probably go all fuzzy even at that small provocation.]

They must not know you very well then, hm?

[He will be teasing you until further notice.]

[His reply earns a grin. She's still not letting him go though. Godric's got himself a barnacle.]

You're better at my language than I thought. I'm impressed.

[She's missed this teasing. Stupid Wolf. Why are you so likeable.]

Mm, I know. I put a knife in a mans side and end up in the Brig and they still don't see what a creature I am.

[Vie siiiighs. Is she joking? She's not going to specify.]

[He's okay with being barnacled right now, at least.]

I had a very good teacher, if you recall.

[His smile is crooked, but it's there nevertheless]

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[commentspam] assume everything said by Vie from here on is Kirovian until specified differently.

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[commentspam] you love it.

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