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[peacefullywreathed]

This is Solomon Wreath speaking. To whom do I have the pleasure?

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[peacefullywreathed]

She hasn't been able to give her one. It hasn't really helped.

You're on about six, but I wouldn't stay away for too long. Raine keeps muttering about courtesy and taking responsibility. I don't think you want to add yourself to that list.

[Raine has a habit of muttering about what's heaviest in her mind. Usually it's related to her work, but when it isn't ... is when Solomon can tell she's annoyed. Valdis avoiding her has, in its own way, been helping her focus.]

[denyamenti]

Six.

[ He'd expected worse. It was possible that Raine didn't know the whole story? Who knew. ]

All right.

[peacefullywreathed]

Six now. It's subsided since I first told her.

[There may have been some ranting.]

[denyamenti]

Any chance it'll keep subsiding?

[peacefullywreathed]

Yes.

If you don't wait to assure her you're fine, directly.

[If not, Solomon does not want to be the one who's there when Raine finds out Bakura is back and hasn't told her.]

[denyamenti]

[ he sighs ]

I'll speak with her next.

[peacefullywreathed]

That's wisest, I think.

[His tone is not without sympathy.]

If I asked you what happened, would you answer?

[Slight emphasis on the 'you'. He's gotten some details from Valdis, but Bakura's earlier irritation didn't go unnoticed.]

[denyamenti]

[ It actually isn't until Solomon asks that Bakura realizes how familiar the whole situation is, and as such, there's a weighted pause before he even attempts to answer. ]

I was just making a point, waheh-maw.

[peacefullywreathed]

About sacrifice, or about power, control, and how much of it she has?

[The latter was Solomon's guess, at the time.]

[denyamenti]

Oh, don't look so deeply into it. You know I just like to prove I'm right about something.

[peacefullywreathed]

[At that, he's going to laugh.]

God forbid I burst that bubble.

[He's not going to press.]

[denyamenti]

Aa, I'm going to need it, for the call I make following this one.

[peacefullywreathed]

I can reattach any limbs she tears off.

... Probably.

[denyamenti]

Well, it's not like a few missing pieces wouldn't weigh a little easier.

[ It's a play on words, nodding toward the afterlife scales, and also because of the Egyptian belief that one had to be whole in body to achieve Amenti. ]

[peacefullywreathed]

True. On the other hand, it would do something to your sleight-handedness if you lost all your fingers.

[Afterlife, shmafterlife. Limbs were helpful things in life.]

[denyamenti]

Enjolras would have to justify far less undocumented profit margins in the dojo's books.

[peacefullywreathed]

Enjolras could learn to have a bit of fun. Or even the meaning of the word.

[denyamenti]

As though you are the reigning expert on loosening up.

[peacefullywreathed]

I'm perfectly good at loosening up. Just ask Raine.

[denyamenti]

[ ...ouch, Solomon. ]

Pass.

[peacefullywreathed]

[He knew it was a Topic, just not a sensitive Topic. Bakura's tone alerts him.]

You could always show me with, say, a pick-me-up game after she's through with you.

[Subtle apologies what.]

[denyamenti]

Aa, perhaps. We'll see how it goes.

[peacefullywreathed]

Good luck.

[That is sincere.]

[denyamenti]

Dewa. I'm sure you'll hear about it one way or another.

[peacefullywreathed]

Yes, you're both such blabbermouths.

[Smile is audible.]

Sláinte chugat.