A Late Birthday Party / MAY 26, 2063 Night

[therealbrianna]

[ After a short "vacation" at Tokyo, Brianna sends a text to her friends. It's a general invitation that stretches from her blade mates to her mentors, to well, the whole of Netsach (as long as she knows them. Also extends to some Zangyaku friends). Of course, she asks her parents for permission first. ]

SENT: 03:00 PM

Hello friend! It would make me very happy if you could make it to Haven this Saturday to celebrate my 520th birthday. Drinks on me. :)

- OOC note: Feel free to tag in whenever you like, whatever you like. 
- May 21, 2063: Date of text
- May 26, 2063: Date of party

Comments

[kinesthesia]

[ Hee. This one's going to smile at you cryptically right before she taps one finger on the side of her nose--

--and then laugh and shrug. ]

Just kidding. I asked the bartender what you've been ordering, but technically, yes, I can tell what people like to drink based on smell alone.

[ Because Keen Senses, awyeah. ]

[atlas_shrugged]

Awesome. [ Brig is always amazed by what other supernaturals can do. And prefers it more so now that he learns about their more "mundane" uses, instead of learning about them on the field to combat them ] Makes me wonder about the less martial ways I'll learn to use Promethean abilities eventually.

[kinesthesia]

[ And she's grinning at you when you say that. ]

I'm sure you'll find some. It's all about balancing the Vigil with the lives we lead, right?

[ She'd gotten a lot of reminders for that, in the beginning. And it worked out, for the most part. ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig thinks of Taning and the pretty "light shows!" Kitty loves ]

I'm working on that. [ A half-smile at that ] Getting used to it.

[ He spins the drink in his bottle. Yeah, he's thinking on how he didn't know what a "normal" "life" was when he arrived in Falner. Normal was just going back into the fight. You can prod him more about it.:) His reflection face is showing. ]

[kinesthesia]

[ She's seeing that. But she'll sip from her own drink first, since the glass just arrived right behind her.

After a moment though: ] What's on your mind, soldier?

[atlas_shrugged]

[ A sigh as he glances her way ]

The last time I had a semblance of life before Falner was in WWII. [ A swig of his beer ] And that wasn't really normal when I look back on it now.

[kinesthesia]

[ She's lifting a brow at you at that, and then asking softly: ]

Was it normal at the time?

[ A hand on your arm now, Brig. ] Don't think of how it compares to today -- was it normal back then?

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Running through the ditches, crawling through grass and dead bodies. On the other end, drinks with the Titans, bed with Biscuit ]

Yeah, it was. It's all I knew but it was enough and I was happy.

[ The physical contact is comforting. Physical contact is always comforting. ]

[kinesthesia]

[ She'll curl her fingers gently then. ]

Then take those memories and keep them. Think too hard on what's normal and what's not and you might give yourself heartache over nothing.

[ Canting her head curiously to one side now. ]

Are you having a hard time adjusting? [ A beat, and then, softly: ] I don't mean to pry, and I won't ask any more if you'd rather not talk about it.

[atlas_shrugged]

It's all right. I'm pretty open about it really

[ He lights up a new cigarette ]

I'm doing okay. It took a bit of getting used to at first. [ A breath ] I think everyone expected I'd grab desperately at what most people consider a "normal" life.

[kinesthesia]

[ That's an interesting take. ]

What is it that you want then?

[ because wanting is a trait of anyone who's ever breathed -- human, supernatural, or otherwise. ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig just shrugs and gives a half-smile as he looks at her ]

I don't know, really. [ He genuinely doesn't ] Maybe just a bit of time? [ Time always helps to process things. ] I guess I'll figure it out with time.