Christmas presents... [RP scene: DR continuity]

[forza_del_bene]

While in many worlds, this is the time for festivals celebrating the rebirth of the year, calling forth the sun again, remembering ancient traditions and ancient myths... there's no sign of any of that here.

It's Xeha's laboratory. A crisp, clean place, though one with the odd sign of human personality stamped on it. Photographs and a toddler's plushie with a missing eye sit on a desk alongside any number of notes and a tablet computer. Plenty of work seems to have been going on around here: things produced, things trialled. A familiar black coat and a white labcoat hang together on a stand.

More important than all that at the moment, though, is something currently set up in a side room. A forcefield of soft red light screens it from the rest of the world, and the walls seem to be crossed with lasers.

An ornate blade set on a simple stand, with equipment around it.

Its creator's waiting just outside the doorway.

Comments

[youstillneedme]

"Exactly." There's a grin to match his words. Easy is boring, and that's something Braig has never much cared for, not that this is a great surprise.

[forza_del_bene]

"I'd suppose the next question is-" and he takes a long, thoughtful sip at his drink- "What now?"

[youstillneedme]

Braig falls silent for a moment as he turns to his own drink for a moment. He's never really thought about what would happen after he earned a Keyblade of his own. He'd always been too busy thinking about how nice it would be to have one.

"I suppose that's up to you?"

[forza_del_bene]

Xeha nods for a moment.

"Something'll come up. I know it." A pause- "I suppose the break won't do me any harm, though. It'll be good to spend time with the kid."

[youstillneedme]

"Yeah," Braig answers, leaving off anything further to indicate exactly which comment he's agreeing to. Both of them are perfectly agreeable and perfectly understandable; he'd have to be a fool to not see how they'd be perfectly likely.

"Probably gonna be nice, hunh?"

[forza_del_bene]

"I just hope she's not calling Aeleus 'daddy' by now." While there's humour in his tone, he'll freely admit that he's not been around as much as a young child needs. He knows he needs to change that.

[youstillneedme]

"As if he'd really let her." Admittedly, what Braig knows about children is limited at best, but he knows Aeleus fairly well. Enough to assume that he'd likely do his best to make sure she knows who her father actually is, anyway, and that's hopefully all he needs to know.

[forza_del_bene]

He chuckles. No, he doesn't think it's likely, either, but it's easy to be irrational in this case. (And he wouldn't want to think of his girl in logical, scientific terms...)

"Well, that's true enough. Still. I've ground to make up with her."

[youstillneedme]

Easy and well understandable, although Braig declines to comment further on that particular line of thinking. There's no sense to it, after all.

"Ah, I'm sure she'll forgive you."

[forza_del_bene]

A nod, a brief smile, and he takes a sip of his drink again. "Young children are resilient in that way."

[youstillneedme]

There's a nod in return from Braig. He doesn't have anything much to add to the conversation at the moment, but maybe he doesn't need to.

That and his drink is calling again.

[forza_del_bene]

Xeha's is too, really. He settles back with it.

"If you ever want any help with techniques for your - new weapon," he eventually says, "just let me know. I'd be interested to see what you come up with. Actually, I'm still not sure what it even classes as, relative to the others."

[youstillneedme]

It's good booze, even if it's not something he might have chosen himself, and when it's a good moment or so before he actually deigns to offer an answer. Why rush anyway? They've done the hard part.

"I'll see what I can figure out. Gotta be something I can get of the thing before you want it back in for some kind of testing or another."

[forza_del_bene]

"I need to set up the appropriate tests in any case," he comments, with a nod. Indeed. The hard part's over. He'll sleep well tonight. (Or perhaps that'll be the drinks, too.)

[youstillneedme]

"Take your time with 'em. You've got better things to do than wait on little ol' me." Taking care of offspring, for one. Or finding some other project, but that might be more Even than Xeha. Either way, it's not like the rest can't wait.