Family Meeting at Namur's

[om_nom_namur]

Characters: This Family ™ (Marco, Grell, Ace, Thatch, Namur, Espio, Fionna)
Location: Namur's dorm
Rating: PG-13 for potty mouths
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: They haven't had a family meeting in awhile. And also Namur wants to buy a ship.

Namur wasn't best known for his thinking, but he could smell trouble brewing. Thatch and Fionna were both working on using magic without the use of Guardian Forces- which technically didn't make them witches (he'd looked it up specifically to find out) but it was still walking close enough to the line that natives might get confused. What was really starting to bug him was the lack of higher ups being at their posts, with no word or explanation given to those who were meant to serve them loyally. And in looking up what made or did not make a sorceress, he'd found out that the Headmaster's wife used to be one years earlier. With Sol Invictus making moves and Time Compression on the fritz, it didn't take a genius to see how a few of those things could fit together in a very bad way.

It might be a little too much to convince everyone in Garden that something's coming, but maybe he could get his nakama on board. Causing panic wouldn't do any good, but neither would sitting around worrying about papers due, when they could at least be working on getting some backup plans in place. Garden's full of fighters, an army unto itself, true. But it'd been floundering lately, making unpopular moves and more enemies than friends. Namur wanted somewhere to fall back to, in case Garden ceased to be an option.

Namur stacked his piles of CDs into a neat tower against the side of his boombox, opening up space to line the counter with drinks as promised. Whatever food people brought could be put on the coffee table, which he cleared of its usual mess of half-graded papers and drawings. There weren't quite enough seats for everybody either, so he pulled out a few blankets from his bedroom and folded them up to make cushions. Good enough. All that he needed was for people to show up.

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[redcinemareel]

It was Grell's turn to roll her eyes. "No offense, he says." Everything he said was offensive in some way, but there was little point in arguing about that. "You'll need to have more faith in your captain." Who was she to doubt what he could and couldn't do?

"Simply leaving Garden isn't an option, but having someplace to fall back on is. So what specifically should we do, besides pool our money together?"

[om_nom_namur]

"Marco told me t' call him on his whaleshit, an' that's all I'm doin'," Namur rose to the bait. "Our world makes less sense'n this one in a lot a ways, an' there ain't no one there for him. Don't make a lick a sense t' send him there alone if he couldn't handle livin' here with family. But yeah, poolin' what gil we got left after Christmas, takin' as many missions as we can. Someone's gotta find a good ship if that's what we're gonna do. Find a place t' keep it safe, that kind a shit. Smaller boat's gonna be cheaper'n a big'n, but a bigger ship means we'll have room t' take others with us if we need, so we gotta talk 'bout that. Ace an' Fi gotta get SeeD certified quick as possible, no dickin' 'round with classes. Focus on learnin' as much as y' can 'bout junctionin' an' limit breaks an' shit, cuz hell knows when everythin's gonna head for the deep. Need y' both knowin' as much as y' can 'bout fightin' shit on this world's terms. I'mma be doin' the same."

He takes a quick breath. He's not the captain, so no one's going to wait for him to finish talking unless he does it quick. But the next thing's important, and he doesn't want to be interrupted.

"An' if we can, think we oughta try teachin' Grell, Espio, an' Fionna how t' use haki."

Namur looks around at Thatch, Ace, and Marco specifically. "What y' think? They prob'ly ain't gonna have time t' master it, but if they can start recognizin' it for what it is, feelin' it an' usin' it a li'l bit, be better'n nothin', right?"

[espio]

The moment Toby was mentioned, Espio moved from his position of 'food guardian' towards the door, though he didn't actually make a break for it. Rather, he sat himself on the floor next to it, curling himself up into a ball.

Have faith in the Captain... huh?

Too bad an overwhelming sense of pessimism was fighting with it, not to mention every doubt he'd had over the last few months was kicking up a storm. All he wanted right now was for everything to just stop.

But that was no good, was it? He was supposed to be a hero. He was supposed to look after everyone. That was his job.

He raised his head.

"I'm not against a contingency plan, but I'm not up for bailing just 'cause it gets tough. You're my family... but Garden is my home. That's..."

He hugged his knees, and glanced away.

"That's why I came back. To look out for the cadets. I can't abandon everyone in a time of need. My pride won't let me.

"So, if you're gonna make contingency plans, include everyone else!"

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace was still encompassed in Marco's arms listening to the thoughts around him. All the people he cared about were inside of this room, to hell with the rest. But as more spoke..he realized that they did care about the rest. He sighed to himself internally, making no motion on the outside.

"Well..then what do we propose? How can we save all of these people if all hell breaks loose?"

[fionna_time]

"I'm for leaving, but only when we take care of the threat." Fionna said this flatly, and there was no hint of anything but serious in her gaze. "We wouldn't even know each other, some of us, without this place, and its made me stronger. You know me: I love all of youse, and if we set sail for an adventure, I won't look back. But we make sure these guys are ok too."

She rubbed her neck. "But, uh, I don't know how that would work either."