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[winddaughter]

Who: Anemone (winddaughter) & Goro Akechi (jurisdick)
What: Welcome to your new temporary housing.
When: Descent Pt. 3
Where: House #16
Warning(s): ...probably nothing to worry about.



She hasn't had a home since she was a child. Since before her mind lost itself to the Zone and she turned out to be the perfect (and only) pilot for theEND. After that, the Izumo was the closest thing she had to a home. That was probably as temporary as House #16 will be.

It's... lively though. She likes it, the sound of everyone moving into homes. It's a different than the noise of battle, or the panic of the descent.

In all this chaos, she actually feels calm.

"Home sweet home, I guess."

She doesn't claim a bedroom, she just sprawls out on the couch.

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[winddaughter]

She waves her hand through there air, not for any particular reason other than to give her something to focus on instead of him. She doesn't show any signs of moving.

"I think 'permanent' is giving it too much credit. Don't we have to start paying for it at some point? And this residence still sounds flimsy at best."

She sighs.

"I just got here. You can pick whatever room, I don't care. I don't know if there's anyone else cramming in here with us." She didn't see anyone else with #16 on their nametags, but then she didn't see him either.

[jurisdick]

He hadn't seen her, either. Nor had he seen anyone else with #16.

"It seems too convenient, yes."

Given the status of things, of course. Too many questions and far too few answers. Still, it's nice that she isn't trying to buddy up to him now that she realizes they're sharing a residence. The idea of having to play nice, even in the sanctuary of his own residence, had been a grating thought. This seemed much more fitting.

He pauses near the exit of the room, though, gaze flicking back to her.

"Are you feeling any better?" Not that he cares, but... it's polite to ask.

[winddaughter]

It would have been better if he didn't ask. Politeness strikes a nerve in her. She doesn't want it, that something that even she can't explain, not really.

Her hands stops its gliding through the air and tucks back down to her side.

"I'm fine," she grits out. A more socialized person would lie and say thanks for asking. She very pointedly does not. He hopes he'll get with the picture.

[jurisdick]

She's strange.

But perhaps that's a good thing. Someone overbearing, someone that just wanted to pry and get to know each other would not work out well. It'd definitely wear him thin. So he almost smirks to himself at her curt response.

"Of course." He drops it easily enough and heads around to sit on one of the chairs.

"There's ... quite a few interesting people that were saved." Morons. He means the people that were saved, that are out of the pods, aren't stellar representations of society. A few idiots come to mind.

[winddaughter]

She visibly relaxes when he doesn't push. She's not sure if a lot of people here would have done the same, expecting to be forced into a conversation she doesn't want.

This is good. This is something she can work with.

She turns her gaze to actually focus on him for the first time since he came in. "There's a lot of incompetent people, too." Ugh. "But some of them are pretty cool." She thinks of Kei and Zelda.