Ten Years looking For the Luck

[heartyourmetalwolf]

1] Adette has a big cardboard box in her arms closed up tight, and a big smirk on her face. She looks down at the list of names shes scribbled on the top of the box I hope I can find everyone... It had taken all year to round everything up in preparation for this evening, it was the last night of the year after all and she could not let it go by without observation.

[[Adette has gifts for everyone she has CR for. Why is she passing them out tonight instead of last week? Maybe you should ask her.]]

2]It's was 15 minutes to midnight, and Adette was filling up your glass without invitation. "You're got to try this. Vodka from home town." A pretty, drunk, grin, as she rests her chin on her hand. "Any good resolutions?"

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[hominilupusinexilio]

"Then I will focus on the more positive wish first." He smiled for his friend but internally doubted he could forget the thing he'd done. "As everything gets sorted out, I expect I will have the choice of which bloodname to compete for. Which sounds better, Resnick Vickers or Resnick Fetladral? I hear Ranna has already been nominated for Kerensky..." Mixed with the liquor, you could practically smell jealousy on his breath.

He repeated the procedure. Yes, there was a definite smoky aftertaste to this vodka. Little did he know that was because someone had burnt wishes in it earlier.

"And what are you hoping for?"

[heartyourmetalwolf]

Adette laughed, it seemed so strange to get to pick your last name, and there being no marriage involved.
It was funny to see him saw Ranna's name like that, after all, she had become one of Adette's best friends since she came here, and she love Ranna and Resnick both very much. She didn't want to see her friend fighting, but theirs was a world she would never fully understand no matter how she tried.
"I think either name isn't nearly as important as who you are. But the first one certainly is easier to say." She laughed aloud. "You could take my name, Resnick Kistler has a nice ring to it, don't it?" A joke, and a poor attempt at one, but the liquor was making it q bit hard to remain very witty.
"It would sound funny to you I guess, but, an end to the fighting, at least for the Siberians on the Chalice. So I can take Gainer away from here, and Cynthia too if she wants to go. Hopefully to a place where Micheal is too, and we could all live together as some fucked up family unit." She blushed and put her chin on her hand. "But it won't happen. I just don't have anything else to wish for."

[hominilupusinexilio]

She had no need to worry, as he didn't share Ranna's bloodline and thus wouldn't be eligible to fight for the same name.

He nodded. "I do wish for the same thing though. A Warrior lives for battle, but it is much better when it is not close to home, quiaff?" He thought about her clearly strong feelings about this. Though he'd been able to observe it, the wish to build a family was still an alien urge to him. Well, mostly. There was one way in which he understood..."I suppose I should try to get along with Gainer more then. Perhaps if I introduced him and Madeline..." Honestly man, they're getting a bit old for playdates. "I do not think it is as impossible as you make it sound. When he can resume his duties, you will go with him, quiaff? Surely Gainer and Cynthia can follow."

[heartyourmetalwolf]

"Gainer thinks you're all barbarians, but then, that isn't entirely untrue is it? Nothing personal, but you all are about the most sophisticated group of barbarians I'm likely to ever meet!" She laughed aloud and drank her vodka, feeling just about good and drunk at this point, and it showed on her face, in the way she smiled and laughed. "I don't know honestly. I don't even know if he would want me to go with him, or if the children would want to come either. Cynthia and I aren't close, but I'd take if she was wanted to come. I feel bad for them both. I made the choice to fight when I was old enough to be an adult. They both where swindled into this, and neither of them will quit. I just hope.... we get Cynthia back in one piece." She paused and look at her glass. "I'd probably make a terrible mother-figure anyways. The only bottle I ever have handy is this one." She shook the vodka bottle, which was getting dangerously close to empty.

[hominilupusinexilio]

"We thought the same thing of you." It was good to see her like this, not sulking or heartbroken. Little did he know what would soon be facing him.

He gave a quick glance around, making sure none of his Warriors were getting too rowdy. The elemental with the black haired woman seemed pretty into her but so far nothing violating the (to him) arbitrary Terran taboo against public foreplay.

"They are not children still in the creche. They are almost ready to leave the sibko...ah, the nest? The home? Still, they will need someone to look up to and be a guide to them." Implicitly, he believed Cynthia still alive. The Railway would have used her as a hostage if they intended to harm her, he thought.

He downed the rest of his drink and looked at hers. Where could they get more of those? If that distillery had Adette as their exclusive customer they were sure not to fail...