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[rdmcatpaw]

[As the recording starts, there's the sound of a pen scraping across paper, scribbling something out as the Mithra mumbles to herself.]

Hn, that's not a good example. They wouldn't know what that meant...

[There's a sigh as she puts the items down and grabs for her communicator, although she's quiet for a moment.]

Um... Kevas, Cyrus, Castiel... Reno, Veld... Gre--.

[She starts to say another name but stops herself and takes a deep breath.]

Just let me know when all of you are free, alright? I'd... like to request your audience sometime in the future.

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[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Once upon a time, Krew was lazy and didn't get proper medical supplies. The end.

There was a bit of early trauma with this one.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Wow. That's horrible.

At no response to her question, she looks concerned.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

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[thursday-angel.livejournal.com]

What are you working on?

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[There's a small tap of her pen against the paper.]

Do... you remember what I told you when we first met? I don't remember exactly, but... I believe its regarding that.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Well, as Freud suggested: What we are as adults is determined by childhood experiences. Fears included.]

Not really.

[It's muffled, since his face is buried in his arms.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Hmn....

[She's at a lost of what to do. Falling silent for a moment, she glances to the kit and decides to put it away. Once she returns, she's kneeling beside Jinx again.]

Can you... tell me what makes you happy? Or maybe...

[The Mithra trailed off, trying to think of something.]

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Hearing that Cat had removed that kit, Jinx emerges from his ball.

What makes Jinx happy? Jinx really...has never actually taken the time to think too deeply into that.Yes, blowing shit up makes him happy, making deadly robots makes him happy, but that's because he was more or less forced to like them. Or one might say that it was either he liked them, or was on the streets.

Sadly, Jinx has never put that much thought into anything ever so all he gets is a small prick in the back of his mind of that thought.

Way to be, Jinx.]

I like blowin' shit up. That's pretty much it.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[There's a small laugh as she pulls back to sit down on the floor.]

You'd probably enjoy working in the Alchemy guild, there's plenty of explosions there.

[A quick glance over the elf, just incase he was bleeding again.]

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Jinx scratches the back of his neck, confused.]

Probably would.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Well, I mean if you were on Vana'Diel.

[She got back to her feet for a moment and grabbed some fireworks before handing them over.]

But that's just wishful thinking and I'm no where skilled as some people in that craft.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[...Cat.

You have no idea what you just did. You might think you do but you really don't.

Jinx takes them and shoves them in his pocket for later destructive shenanigans.]

Then we can practice. Ya' already seem ta' have some a th' tools.

[Also, icon keywords.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Good luck trying to make them do that, after all they are magic made fireworks and won't hurt anyone but can blind someone in close range. Oh yeah, there's probably an odd one that can turn the user in to a latern that floats and sticks out its tongue.]

Tools? What do you mean? I don't have the proper items nor do I have any synthesis crystals!

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Miiiight want to tell him that before he snaps all of them in half in anger.]

Well ya' got firecrackers right here an' back in' my room I got other shit we can use.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

They're fireworks. I don't think the Moogles intended them to be used as weapons and I'd probably wouldn't have them if the Captain thought they were weapons either.

[She grabbed an extra firework and popped the cap off it. She held her hand over the top as the light shot out, exploding in to other colors against it.]

See?

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[...Dammit, Cat. Way to be a killjoy.]

...Oh.

[Yah, he really doesn't know how to respond.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she had a feeling she just destroyed some motivation there. With a sigh, a lowered head and flat ears, she apologizes.]

Sorry, I got you excited for nothing.

[messyturk.livejournal.com]

What's up hun?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Oh, that's a new one.]

Ah, I was just wondering when you'd be... free to meet with a few people. Its nothing horrible!

[messyturk.livejournal.com]

[He liiiiikes you.]

Whenever you'd like, I don't have much going on really.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Of course~]

Thanks, that's good to know. I'll just have to decide on a time and date for us to meet.

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[thursday-angel.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, I remember.

...

Are you alright?

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

For now... Not sure for how much longer.

[She murmurs, jotting down something on paper.]

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[thursday-angel.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound good. Is that what you wanted to talk about?

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Yes and a concern that needs to be addressed.

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[thursday-angel.livejournal.com]

Alright. Take care of yourself until then, Cat.