OPEN POST ||

[atlas_shrugged]

ACTION <small>[ Action tags go here. ] Dialogue goes here.</small>

TEXT MESSAGE <blockquote><font face="courier new"><b>SENT: 00:00 AM</b> text message goes here.</font></blockquote> <small>[ Insert action tags if any. ]</small>

E-MAIL <span style="font-family:courier; color:#007694;">FR:</span> firstname.lastname@vice.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#007694;">TO:</span> firstname.lastname@vice.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#007694;">CC:</span> firstname.lastname@vice.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#007694;">BCC:</span> firstname.lastname@vice.net, firstname.lastname@vice.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#007694;">DATE/TIME:</span> Day, Date. 00:00 PM <span style="font-family:courier; color:#007694;">SUBJECT:</span> (subject goes here) <span style="font-family:courier; color:#007694;">MESSAGE:</span> Your message goes here.</blockquote> <small>[ Insert action tag here. ]</small>

Comments

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig arrives at Kibo. He went straight there after going to Kaiser Delacroix at her office. He approaches Kalika and bows in respect. ]

Good morning, Magistrate.

[ Again, like with Liandrin, he waits to be addressed ]

[kalikat]

[Have a hand jutting out in greeting in your general direction. She's not even turning around yet.]

Yo~

[And then that hand is gesturing as though she's trying to get you to fork something over to her.]

Cigarette, please.

[She just ran out.]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ The casualness of Zangyaku still takes him by surprise sometimes. He walks toward her and holds his pack out to Kalika, a stick jutting out so she can feel and pull it. ]

Here, Ma'am.

[kalikat]

[Pulling that one out and lighting up, then patting the spot beside her.]

What's up?

[atlas_shrugged]

[ He sits beside her and controls the urge to light up a cigarette of his own. ]

I, uh... wanted to apologize for accepting to go with the Peacemaker for an extended engagement in the States before checking in with you.

[ How can it be so much harder even when it's more casual.:| ]

And ask, even if it's already a bit late, if I may be given your permission to go with him.

[kalikat]

[Making a dismissive noise, together with an idle wave of her hand.]

Eh, no need to apologize. It's an important operation, and Brother Peacemaker needs you. Go right ahead.

[atlas_shrugged]

<< Well, that was surprisingly easy. He wonders if... nah, if she's chill. She's chill. With how forward she was with him the first time they met, she'd likely say it to him straight if she had a problem with it ]

Uhm... okay. Thank you. [ And because he made the offer to Liandrin, he'll make the offer to Kalika as well ] Still, if there's anything you'd like me to do for Zangyaku while I'm over there, any minor assignments you want done and I can do alongside my mission with Brother Peacemaker, please just ask and I will comply.

[kalikat]

If something comes up, I'll make sure to patch it through to Brother Blacksmith for you.

[She doubts that there's anything, though. Zangyaku has more than enough that Brigade will be able to get on over there, if he chooses.]

Good luck? And you're welcome.

Ugggh. I sorry. Did not see bad coding in the previous thread.:l

[atlas_shrugged]

I did hear he'll be coming along, Ma'am. It's comforting knowing Sensei will be there as well.

[ He smiles at her last words ]

Thank you again, Magistrate. Permission to be dismissed?

lol, it's cool!

[kalikat]

Permission to do whatever the fuck you want~

[Flippant as ever.]

And yeah. To "be dismissed", I guess.

[What is military protocol.]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Jotting casualness on a mental note when it comes to Magistrate Shinta. Brig chuckles ]

Thank you, [ stops himself from using "Ma'am" ] sister. Apologies that I'm a bit... straight-laced. Not very used to the casualness of Zangyaku sometimes has.

[kalikat]

I noticed.

[Dry like the Sahara desert is dry.]

Anyway, see you when I see you?

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig suppresses a laugh and just nods with a smile ]

Yes, Ma'am. Stay safe and make it rain.

[ And with a puff of his cigarette, Brig makes to leave ]