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[warandpeace]

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[This is very pointedly audio only. Miller's not going to show his face for any of this. And his speech? Carefully measured.]

Ishmael died. Big quiet bearded guy. Looked a little like a few other people that have been on the ship. He had a heart attack. Resuscitation attempts were made. Didn't work...

I'll be around the ship tending to some of his affairs until revival is successful. [Because it will be, dammit. He can't make peace with that asshole just to have him die on him already. He's waited before. He can wait again.] I could use a couple of people helping me clear things up. [And there's the rustle of muffling fabric, the grunt of the man clearing their throat against his sleeve to stifle the noise.]

If anyone wants to use the Training Simulation Room I would appreciate if one of the other specialists handled it while I took care of this.

Thanks ahead of time.

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[liberaltus]

I'm...[Dorian wasn't known for faltering or being at a loss for words, but he was never good at this sort of thing]...I'm sorry.

[He knew that death was impermanent here, and he did not know this Ishmael (beyond the fact that it was terribly close to Imshael), but Dorian had lost someone he cared about so he understood that much.]

If there's anything you need-

[warandpeace]

I just need to clean up after him, that's all. Make sure everything's together when he comes back.

[It shouldn't take more than a few days, right? Or a week?]

Thanks, though. I'll let you know if he's gone so long he starts haunting me.

[There are phantom jokes that could happen here, but they don't feel very funny right now. Nothing really does. And here he was starting to be happy his humor had returned.]

[liberaltus]

If you're out of the action too long I will notice you're gone, I'll start longing for the smooth tone of your voice. It will be a sorry mess.

[This is how he shows his concern, any more than this and he' offer up his man bosom.]

Hope you'll think of me before then, I'll need time to prepare.

[The humor might have been there, but Dorian's voice is, remarkably gentle.]

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Can't go too long without talking. It's a problem of mine.

And don't worry. Honestly, probably has bigger fish to fry. Or bother from the afterlife as it were.

[He's still going to be hard on himself. He should have known better. And it still went wrong.]

[liberaltus]

For you and me both, of course I like the sound of my voice...it's the long, drawn out silences between asking myself something and answering myself that I can't stand.

[Dorian hums softly in the back of his throat, it's a noncommittal sound, contemplating just how hard Kazuhira was going to be on himself.

Dorian would treat this differently from the way he handled Alexius. Especially now that he was older and knew better.]

I'm certain he'll do a fine job, with the fish frying if nothing else. Everything I touch ends up getting burnt.

[warandpeace]

You and me both.

[And he sort of resents himself for keeping up his efforts. But, here he is, and like the locomotives he loves to hear so much he just rolls forward.]

Actually he's a terrible cook but he also lacks tastebuds. So it evens out.

[liberaltus]

Well [Dorian laughs, it's not exactly humor, it' this soft and smooth thing that fills the air between the intolerable silence] that is something we have in common, except my tastebuds are refined. Don't ask me how I manage to live with myself.

[Another thoughtful, throaty noise and he continues on with his enabling of Miller. At least while he has his attention and the sound of his voice.]

May I ask you something?...it's probably ridiculous considering, but if I'm to miss you for some time I would like your opinion. If you do not mind.

[warandpeace]

Guess I still owe it to you to put that apron to use. I'll remember to do that.

[At least he's a decent cook. Even if his heart and enthusiasm aren't in it at the moment.]

Ah... yeah. Sure. Opinion on what?

[liberaltus]

Ahah! You don't have to go through the trouble on my account, unless you like trouble of course.

[And he's not expecting anything from him at the moment, he was surprised that Miller was even speaking at all...though he could only imagine that the alternative was hardly much better.]

Well I am a mage, as you well know, so physical combat isn't my area of expertise. There are battle mages who prefer to get up close and look into the eyes of their opponent, not I. Unfortunately there have been glitches in my magic that may necessitate learning how to physically defend myself better. [Not that he is wholly incapable, he can wield his staff like a bow] I suppose my question is, what does one wear when engaging in such exercises, that is, if I'm to be training with someone in physical combat?

[Yes, he is asking this question. It's a serious question!]

[warandpeace]

Oh, ah....

Depends on your preference for combat. [At least it's a suitably distracting question.] I can show you some of the uniform types I'm familiar with. And give you some training scenarios to try them out.

Usually I encourage stealth over combat whenever possible.

[liberaltus]

I can't say that I have a particular preference for combat, though given my druthers I' d rather not be up close with anyone. [He thought it might be distracting, for whatever it was worth.] Anything at a distance, usually, and stealth is preferable. The one who wants to train me, however, intends to lay me out on my back. So if you have any suggestions for laying-you-out-on-your-back clothing then I am ready when you are.

[As an aside.] That would almost sound appealing if I weren't absolutely certain it would hurt, despite his promises of treating me like a virgin maiden.

[Dorian's utter lack of respect for combat, really. It's appalling.]