[OPEN] I sing a bitter song

[bostova]

WHO: Yulia Bostova & You
WHAT: Catch-all for pre-campaign all the way up to June 14th (Yes, the first day of classes)
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Anytime
SAFE FOR WORK? Y...for now.
OTHER NOTES: If your character has been in Falner for the past few days/months/years leading up to the first day of classes at Balamb, then feel free to to tag in :) Feel free to reply in prose or action, I don't really care which! Just indicate when the thread is happening :)

a. gisi
Zangyaku's base of operations in Falner; usually, you can find her at an izakaya at the Entertainment District. If she's not there, try the Hot Springs; she usually takes over operations there. If not there, check the Sky Steps, or Sabina's office, or with some of the other Whisperers. Good luck getting her to talk, though.

b. around falner
If she's in the Great Hall, it's usually because of a Hound or two. She doesn't stay too long there, though. She can also be found at the Shatterdome, terrorizing Netsach initiates. If she's at the lake, it's best to leave her alone.

c. shatterdome barracks
She lives on the fifth floor of Zangyaku's barracks. Or, she could be visiting the barracks for Aegis Kai Doru or the Thrones. Who for? Wouldn't you like to know.

d. choose your own adventure
There are a lot of places you can run into Yulia. Pick one and go for it!

Comments

[bostova]

[ She doesn't see the smile or pay much attention to that latter part of what Makoto says; she's busying herself with the bottle of Jack, now, twisting the cap open (she might have cheated a little; it's a waste of vitae but she doesn't give two shits about it right now) and taking a swig from the bottle. She probably needs that slow burn down her throat and to the pit of her stomach. ]

So, what?

[ Maybe after another bottle or two. ]

[shuryoinai]

[ ...Right, not ready yet. ]

You up to going on Duty with me tomorrow night? I could use the company.

[ It's getting boring, doing Reaper shit on his own. ]

[bostova]

[ She takes another drink from the bottle, and thinks on the question for a moment.

And then she shrugs. ]

I don't mind. I don't have anything better to do tomorrow, anyway.

[shuryoinai]

All right. Maybe we can kick off the evening with more drinking before we go.

[ Because why not. ]

[bostova]

Or do you just want me around, in case you get too drunk to function?

[ Not that you would. But you know. It's an amusing mental image. ]

[shuryoinai]

[ Chuckling. ]

Because I want you around.

[ Sip. ]

[bostova]

Somehow I find that hard to believe. [ And she'll roll her eyes and shake her head and take another swig from her bottle. ] But alright. I will grace you with my presence tomorrow.

[shuryoinai]

[ And you've reacted just like he planned.

He needs to indulge himself with these things every now and then, see? Especially since he's kind of resigned to the fact that you might never reciprocate. ]

Great. Guess the time we meet is contingent on when you wake up hungover.

[ Because you are so getting wasted tonight. ]

[bostova]

And if I refuse to get up?

[ You've seen her hungover. It'll take a bit of effort to get her out of bed. Of course, she's mostly just teasing. She said she'll go, so she'll at try and not get that wasted. Even though you got all her favorite drinks and she plans on having all of them. ]

[shuryoinai]

Then I guess I'll have to carry you out of bed, into the shower, and back out to dress you up.

[ He's mostly teasing right back, because yes, he knows how you can get after a drinking session... ]

[bostova]

[ Eyeroll. ]

As if I'd let you.

[ There's an almost laugh. ]

[shuryoinai]

You might not have much of a choice.

[ He could totally take you.

...No pun intended.

Ahem. ]

[bostova]

Then I will make sure that you have a very difficult time about it.

[ She laughs a little, shaking her head. ]

No, sorry-- I said I would go. I will try not to get too hungover. [ Because she would at least like to drink herself to the point that she won't remember anything that happened today. ]

[shuryoinai]

Thank you. Now I know you really DO see me as an almost-friend.

[ Such So Dry, that tone of his. He'd like to think that he knows your tendencies well enough, along with the levels of intimacy that you have when it comes to people. ]

[bostova]

[ That's weird; she doesn't know what you mean by that. She's always considered you a friend, although she still thinks you're still kind of a jerk. But a friend, regardless.

Whatever, it's not like she broadcasts these things anyway. So think what you want, Makoto. ]

You should feel special, you know. Since I came all the way up here after inviting me past midnight. [ When she could be moping in her room instead. ]

[shuryoinai]

[ And without a lick of hesitation: ]

I should be telling you that. I mean, look at all the effort I put into this.

[ Just because. ]

[bostova]

I don't have to feel special to be special.

[ You'd expect her to flounce at this point, but as soon as the words come out, she makes a face and chugs down whatever bottle she's holding right now.

She's not special, she's a fucking failure. ]

[shuryoinai]

[ ...Yeah, noticing that.

He's quiet for a bit. It certainly looks like he was planning on just focusing on his drink and his pipe at first. ]

There's always next year, you know.

[bostova]

[ She sets the empty bottle down and sniffs, disdainful. ]

Oh, yes. Of course. Another year to suffer yet another humiliating defeat.

No, [ a shake of her head as she's opening another bottle of whatever else is available. ] I give up. [ It's a half-sob, and the only reason she doesn't cry is because she's downing that fresh bottle.

Thanks for enabling alcoholism, by the way. ]

[shuryoinai]

[ Now there is something that he wasn't expecting to hear from you.

And you're welcome, by the way. Regarding the alcoholism. ]

Reaching the Wind has been your dream since the beginning, though.

[bostova]

[ She slams the bottle down, and it's a miracle it doesn't break. ]

I don't care anymore! [ Except it's obvious that she does, with the tears threatening to start falling. She still wants it so bad...

Goddamnit, she's not even drunk enough to cry over this. ]

[shuryoinai]

[ Quiet for a moment. Just watching. ]

Say that again calmly and quietly, and maybe I'll believe you.

[bostova]

I don't-- [ She tries, but her voice cracks almost immediately. She also tries to stop herself from actually crying, pressing the heel of her palm to her eyes, but it doesn't work. Not even both hands stop her from crying, or feeling so utterly defeated. ]

[shuryoinai]

[ Watching her for a moment again, and then he's simply setting the bottle he had been working through down and shifting over so that he's right beside her. Then he's putting an arm around her shoulders.

No words, no look in her direction. In fact, he's even taking another drag from his pipe, like she isn't crying at all. But if she tries to move away, he IS going to hold fast.

Yes, you're welcome to try. Or you could be smart and actually TAKE the comfort that he is attempting to offer to you. He might not be Joshua LaRue, but he has his own way of doing things. ]

[bostova]

[ She does try, albeit only with a half-hearted attempt at shrugging your hand off her. In the end, she just lets it happen; she's been delaying the inevitable anyway, even Anya had said so.

So she cries.

She doesn't wail-- no, Yulia cries softly, sobbing into her hands. She pulls her knees up, trying to make herself small, so she can hide her crying, pathetic face from you even more. She lets you keep your arm around, her though. She just doesn't want you to look her way, doesn't want you to see how weak and pathetic she is at the moment.

It just seems so impossible, now. That dream of becoming a Searing Wind. ]