LUCAS ARTURIUS
"Honestly, sending a goodbye should be crucial, because you never know if it is one that may never get a chance to be uttered my son. Forgive the intrusion, and the preacher's advice, but I hate to see those times where words are left unsaid and only cause undue pain later. I have no one, but my sister, to send farewells to. However, there are more I wish I could have in my life before I lost the chance. A crew, a unit, they're like family if you let them. Even if you choose to not say goodbye, we'll do our best that you have the chance again.", a certain Iroma said with fatherly wisdom as if back in his old parish, and not in a military uniform as he was. Lucas strode in, only a eye flick down to register the tail in the floor, offering obstacle to his path, a subtle a deftly edit to his stride letting his avoidance be almost unnoticed. The path continuing until he was on the same couch as Elenor, "Also Mr. Kurogane, if you would please, the next time two.......have fun, please make an effort to reduce the noise. It is a rather awkward thing to explain noises coming from sound dampened rooms to fellow crew members."
He said this sternly, yet with still such a kind demeanor. "Forgive my delay, I had some work on my desk to handle after sparring with the warrant officer." His hair was raven black like his horns, his skin pale white, save for the feintly luminescent tattoos that peaked from his clothing and marking his face across the cheeks. But could have been the most captivating feature of the man, were the deeply violet eyes that were somehow warm, yet full of a cunning intelligence, backed by wisdom gained from a life of hardships. He didn't let it show, but the observations of the newest member, did not escape his notice, but found it unsurprising given the SAINT uniform she wore.
SETSUYA ITATSKI
The type 33A nekovalkyria, yawned slightly as she strode down the corridor, giving a casual stride towards the VR room. The halls were quiet, save for the usual motion of moving bodies, and a few errant whispers on her passing. After all she had been through in such a short career, she honestly couldn't care anymore about what the younger nekos said when they say the couple of medals on her uniform from having been part of a diplomatic first contact, even if having only been disappointingly brief for a multitude of reasons. Not to mention the insanity that had been her tour aboard the flagship captained by Hanako herself. It was these slow days of piled paperwork isolative career, that the cat girl just wished she could sleep in, or go see home.
Home.....and where was that, in her mind being several places. On Sirris VI with her mother, Shiroyama star fortress with her sister, daughter, and her father. But also the one here, with those she now worked with, and Klaus. It was a pain in the ass how little she got to see him, another reason she wondered why she had ever accepted staying in service, and taking a promotion to bought. Setsuya often joked, saying she would have been content as a house wife on yamatai working as a an accountant, and living normally while waiting for Klaus to come home. Yet....she honestly was a fighter, something her species had nothing to do with, but the desire to fight along all those she loved.
They were all stray thoughts, one after another, but the sound of conversation as she approached the VR chamber focused her enough to bring a curt smile to her face as her posture habitually straightened. With her neko eyes, she had saw the tail in the floor yards away, and merely floated lightly over it to elegantly settled back down into he stride once more. "Pardon my feline ears, but do I hear tale of games, and scandalous reports. I swear, it's almost as if I never left the Eucharis. So, how are my fellow comrades, friends, and....a new face as well. Wait......are you? Kioko?", Setsuya asked formally at first, until that thought caught up to her, remembering her mother's most recent message, with yet again, surprise sibling news.
JERICHO PINE
Before another word could be said in the interaction, the one person, who no one would ever suspect of being a prince, stumbled in. Jericho had been reading a maintenance log from his pad of all the parts fabricated for Fenrir down in the bay, and not noticing the tail laying in the floor soon enough. The sound would be quite audible as the sound of a jarred boot stride, leading to the man's topple forward, was triggered. He looked not surprised, much less phased as it happened, instincts kicking in as he felt the shift in bodily orientation. The pad was tossed up as he turned the fall into a roll to come back to a sudden crouch, sweeping the pad from the air as it descended once more.
"Forgive my rude activity, I will endeavor to keep more composed and aware in the future. Ms. Itatski, I understand that I shall be on standby as well? Should I remain in my Zytone until sign of a needed deployment is given, or are we to wait in a designated ship compartment?" Warrant Officer Jericho Pine, was calm and almost unsettling uniformal as always, the NDC trooper having yet to learn to be a person more then just what he was made to be. One would never think the dronish man, a member of royalty, much less given his low rank as a lowly NCO. But those who knew him somewhat, understood like his family, duty and hardwork mattered more then station, or titles of nobility.