Crew Meeting

[touchofcashmere]

Who: The BlackBonnet Crew
What: Seasonal Meeting
Where: The Theater
When: 9/24
Warnings: General warning because look who we've got here.



The set up is not much different from last time, with food and drinks set up at tables on the side of the stage that can be rearranged for when it's time to do something more creative. The difference a prop wall has been pulled onto to the stage, proudly displaying everyone's flags.

Grab a drink and some food and be ready to reconnect with your marvelous mates!

Comments

[mikraitios]

( So true, Izzy. If it helps, he can have leggings like Castor has as a part of the fit. I think that's a safe assumption. Or it can be extra breezy—either way, really. What matters here is that the fabric itself feels the way one may expect from a thicker material despite only having a layer or two to its name. It's porous enough to feel airy and cool when he puts it on, but while flexible enough to bend and move, it doesn't necessarily fold with the ease that he might expect of regular clothing. Texturally soft, but a bit off feeling in a way that's hard to describe.

Being no strangers to the look, his return warrants only a cursory glance from Castor, who has taken the time that Izzy used to get changed to dig out a knife. He honestly seems more interested in it than Izzy for the moment, checking to make sure it's sharp enough for their purposes.

Now seeing as the other doesn't have an explanation yet and didn't seem too interested in his chance to listen to one before putting the clothes on, Castor's going to go on ahead and assume a demonstration is the way to go in this case. Though Izzy is given one mercy in the fact that the knife in Castor's hand is going to be held out for his sister to take instead. )

Pollux, you can demonstrate.

( He gets the feeling that if it's him approaching with a knife, Izzy may not come to the most charitable conclusions about what's going to happen. Pollux is also a slightly unhinged goddess, but people take to her much better—she might actually be able to see the demonstration through without permanently traumatizing the man. )

[nyktifanis]

( if it was any other occasion, she could stare at the knife with downright offense, and even puff up insulted by the gesture— but that's not the case. there's this comforting warmth in her heart when she watches castor pull out the knife to hand over to her, especially being the one to insist that she do this means a lot. castor doesn't have to care about the safety of humans, after what's been done to him, he can ignore them and hope for their downfall, and yet... this is what he wants to teach izzy, allow him in on the boon that's been offered. once the knife touches the palm of her hand, it's weighted at the handle to her, but nothing to represent a heavy burden in her grasp. it's light, quick for her to toss up, watch it windmill, and then drop down back into hand.

she holds it out in her hand to show the weapon, the light of the room causes the blade to gleam by how sharp it is, almost threatening when in a god's hands. )

This is a human's tool, this is something I want for you to keep in mind.

( it's one small step forward until izzy blinks once, and it appears in a matter of seconds that the gap they had previously has been closed. her hand quickly slices the blade against the male's neck where the fabric comfortably wraps around, and he can feel the pressure of the attack. but what should have been his throat slit, and blood filtering out the gash like a waterfall is replaced with nothing. the outfit still stands threaded together, no nicks or cuts to the fabric, and remains as perfect as it once was before he wore it. as for the knife, the sharp end seems to have dulled only a bit, and is practically useless as pollux looks down at the knife before holding it out for izzy to take. )

There. What do you think?

[ninetoes]

[What does he think- what does he think!? He thinks his life just flashed before his fucking eyes. He thinks his fragile trust has been betrayed. He thinks the tiniest bit of give on his end, his loyalty, his careful creeping from under his shell was all for nothing because Pollux just slit his fucking throat.

She lands the slash true and clean before he can jerk back with a surprised cry, hand to his throat. Izzy expects blood. He expects pain. Neither come, and instead he feels his throat with intense panic. Nothing. Still nothing. What the fuck why would she have done that-

The knife didn't cut him. The knife didn't cut him because the clothing did not allow the blade through. Izzy's heart is beating like a rabbit's. His eyes are wide as dinner plates, mouth agape with shock, horror, and betrayal.]

Never- [Breathy. A wheeze, even.] -ever do that to me again.

[mikraitios]

Ahaha! Do you see the look on his face, Pollux?

( Castor's gone from looking rather bored to full-on grinning in a matter of moments as Izzy goes through what looks to be the ordeal of a lifetime. He can't help the laughter that bubbles up, pointing at him as he looks over to his sister, and it's even enough that he doesn't think to scold Izzy for trying to make such a demand of them. Well, it's not like there was really anything for him to be so scared of though—Pollux is the gentle one between the two of them, the one who likes humans, so it's hard to believe that she would hurt one she's grown so fond of.

Castor could eat up this reaction for days, but it really is only for Pollux's sake that he'll wave a hand, dismissive. )

Why would we waste our time with that if it was going to hurt you? No, you now know firsthand what a generous gift this is—the protection of the gods themselves!

( Short pause for the effect. He is looking SO pleased with himself. )

So, Human, what do you think? You can cry tears of joy now.

[nyktifanis]

( the knife was never meant to cut him, pollux's hands at this moment couldn't cause bloodshed by killing humans— and that's why even as surprised at the fear in his eyes, the way they had widened from the action must have shocked him; she contemplates his request. her brother's in a good mood, she can hear it in his voice as he speaks with both pride and certainty that they've done the right thing, and pollux reaches up to slip his thin fingers between the male's neck and his hand, grabbing it to pull it down gently. )

Do not worry, Izzy! Next time I'll offer a warning, but you had to figure out somehow.

( but she's sympathetic to him, holding his hand tightly as she brings it down between them, but she's smiling regardless. sometimes soothing words can be the salve to worries and concerns, but she repeats after her brother, showing that it's honest words for him, and only him. )

Brother's right, this is a gift from the Gods, attire dressed in their blessings. This fabric comes from a world where the citizens continued to revere the Gods, and in turn they are safe from both magical beasts and other humans who may attack. You know how to pick and choose your battles, ( it's a reminder that some individuals here with stronger magic may be able to interefere as it would take very powerful and damaging magic to pierce it. ) and so this will prevent any harm from coming to you.

( hopefully he understands, now she feels bad for scared him in that manner, and so she let's his hand go for the moment. )

It's to protect you, we promise. This is the Dioscuri's gift to you.

[ninetoes]

[If he cries anything, Castor, it will be tears of almost just fucking shit his pants. You absolute twat. You could have warned him- fucking hell. Gods!

Just- just give him a second to make sure he isn't having a literal fucking heart attack or something. Then he can process the words. Then he can process the meaning. Then he can decide just how furious he is about it.

Spoiler, very mad.]

Be that as it may! I- fffuuck me, I thought you'd killed me.

[mikraitios]

( Snrrrk take this very graceful and eloquent, muffled laugh from a god as your secondary reward, Izzy. Don't think anybody else has given him a laugh this good since he first got here. Or maybe that one time when they were sharing a meal together. That was a pretty good laugh too.

Anyway, he's not too concerned with a human's anger; he's angry all the time. You just kind of live with it after a point. )

Pollux doesn't bring harm to humans—especially not those who show the proper respects.

( If Castor had come at him with a knife, he might've had reason to worry. )

[nyktifanis]

No, Brother! Don't say that, you'll scare him! Besides, that's not true!

( she'll only harm humans if a line has been crossed, but it hasn't happened yet so they're all safe. she crosses her arms with a puff before smiling at izzy afterwards, please don't listen to castor even though he's having a little gigglefuck back there. )

You've had many knives at your neck before, haven't you? I thought some humans got used to it...

( perhaps izzy doesn't like it, but she points at the dulled blade. ANYWAY! ) It's no good now, isn't it astounding? If you want, you can use that gun of yours if you don't trust me to use it.