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Who: EVERYONE!
When: Day 19, Late Afternoon
Where: All the Apartments. All of them.
What: Becca's bringing around flower arrangements!

[Please put your apartment letter in the subject line and reply to that thread if someone's already answered the door for your apartment. Thanks!]

[Becca's making trips to all the apartments. Since people are in and out of the shrine room, she knocks on one of the bedroom doors in apartment A. Otherwise, she knocks on the hallway door of every apartment. Even apartment E.]

Housekeeping! This'll be quick~!

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Would it really accept simple record-keeping...

She would. And Dellen accepts being nice to people.

[Read: This is why I'm helpful instead of being a standoffish bitch.]

Compassion, like all things, has its place.

I guess.

So I guess Ikki or Zelda invited you here? What's your name?

[Headtilt, examining her -- trying to decide which one to give her.]

I have gone by several names in my time. He did invite me, because we were once members of allied teams. He knew me then as Kevin.

From Sabra La Tau?

It's nice to meet you, Kevin, I'm Becca.

[She offers him her hand, and tries to peer under his hood.]

[Brief handshake, and looking her in the eye when she peers in. Since it's in the apartment, it's safe to assume he's maskless this time -- she gets a look at a face famed with scars.]

A pleasure, under the circumstances.

[She wouldn't want him asking about her scars, she won't ask him about his. She smiles and looks in his eye rather than at them.]

Yeah. I mean, a friend of my roommates' is a friend of mine. You can ask me if you need anything, as long as it's not from outside the safe zone. I don't mind doing errands or doing do-annoying-but-easy-stuff missions for the gods for you.

I'll keep that in mind. It's no longer my place to lead or follow...but I won't be as capable on my own anymore.

Yeah? Well, as long as you're staying here, I'll help take care of you. I'm trying to make this place nice.

What kind of pictures do you like?

What kind of...pictures?

I'm an artist. I'm making posters, if you're staying with us, you should have one, too.

...There is one thing. And if I describe it to you, you cannot share it with anyone.

Uhm...okay?

If you're able, I would take a drawing of my family.

You'd have to describe them really well. I dunno if I'd get it right...

After all this time, I may not know the difference.

...I'm sorry. Do...you want to tell me what happened?

[settling on the ground near him]

[His tone grows harsh.]

Three hundred years ago, I left to prevent a war. My allies were murdered, and I was captured. It was the price of peace so a son that never knew me could grow old without the threat of extermination.

[Her eyes widen, but she hangs her head.]

You must've loved him very much, to be a captive just for his safety.

It was a possibility I was aware of and willing to accept, but I am not as noble as you might think. We had intended to kill the enemy's leader.

But that's what war is about, isn't it? And if you were trying to kill the enemy's leader to end the war, that's still good in the end...

It was to prevent the war from even starting. I wouldn't want the method we chose celebrated, but we felt it was justified.

I think...if it would've stopped a whole war...it was the right thing to try to do. I don't think you're a bad guy.

You're welcome to draw your own opinion. We each walk our own paths.