Star 29

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac has appeared before in various states of misery. Today would be the trump. To begin with, the poor boy can barely stand - it's obvious he was on the wrong end of a thrashing not long ago. He's still fairly sick-looking from proximity to Jupiter Lighthouse, but there's some colour back, at least. Most importantly is the look on his face - somewhere between livid and betrayed. Both would be an acceptable adjective. He's pacing behind the theatre looking like he's doing everything in his power to NOT let said feelings get the best of him. He loses, and punches the wall, angrily.]

DAMNIT!

[He sags a bit, then, resting his head on the wall and letting his arm drop, anger having left him with the blow.]

Wise One....why did you lie to us?

[Absently, he reaches into one of his pockets and withdraws a small string of beads, which he fidgets with, apparently taking some comfort in them.]

...And if Felix is telling the truth...Then why didn't he tell me sooner...?

[Isaac turns so his back is against the wall, and he slides down it to sit, somewhat lost in thought, but still playing with the beads. He's glad this outburst didn't happen in front of his friends.]

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[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Quietly, bear hanging loosely in his arms.]

You don't look very well.

[He clearly doesn't mean the Jupiter-sickness]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I'll be alright...

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I hope so. Would you like a glass of brandy?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki is still strangely collected. He can put his own angst aside for a friend.

Right now he's doing the Spiderman thing, barefoot and barehandedly dangling from the side of the theatre.]

Hey.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Hi, Ikki.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac shakes his head] No thanks...I need a clear head right now.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You okay?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm a bit overwhelemed.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki jumps down.]

Talk to me.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac sighs and shakes his head]

It's a long story. IN short? The Wise One lied to us, and... [He pauses to sigh deeply, like he's bracing himself for what he's about to say]... my... my Dad might be alive.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

That's often when I want one the least. I hate being unhappy.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone likes that feeling.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Blink.]

— Whoa.

[He walks a little closer.]

That's right. You and I never knew our dads.

You want to go after him?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

N-No! I mean, I knew him...He only died three years ago, of course I want to find him!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki makes a face. HOW COULD HE GET ISAAC CONFUSED WITH HEI... fffffff anyway]

Then go find him! What's stopping you? He's family!

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I know! And we're going to go north! It's just...

The wise one lied to us. He said the world would be destroyed if the lighthouses were lit, but the world is dying without them!

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Not everyone has quite so good brandy as I do to get rid of it, though. I think I'd like a pastry. [he holds his hand out to Isaac] Are you coming?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a bit to respond, but he eventually takes Sebastians hand with a smallish sort of smile.] Why not?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Why would he lie?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Good! [He starts off on a walk, a bit of a skip in his step] Say, do you think they'll have pastries with alcohol in them? I hear it can be done. Not for you, of course. I shall respect, if not understand, your teetotalism. Something with a great deal of fluffy filling will have to do for you. And strawberries.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Though he lacks Sebastian's enthusiasm, he keeps pace.]

Some of the inn's I've stopped at make bread with beer.

That sounds nice.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian bounds into the kitchen, stopping at the centre to look around for any delicious food in immediate sight] Those are some very wise inns. I shall have to suggest this to the cooks, but I doubt Mama would approve it. A vol-au-vent! Vol-au-vent soixante. [Surprisingly enough, Sebastian did actually learn something in school.] It is our duty as explorers to sample these canapés to learn what is inside them. Twenty-five each, I think. Forty is too many vol-au-vents for even the mightiest explorers. Aloysius shall have the remaining ten.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Something about the yeast...

[At Sebastian's exclamations, Isaac peeks over at what he found. Nevermind those silly FRENCH words.]

They look like biscuts...

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You think he's protecting something?