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[open log] meteor shower

Who: Anyone!
What: Meteor shower time! SO INTENSE
Where: Anywhere you choose~
When: futuredated, Thursday, August 12th. Any time that's dark is good for seeing stars, 8 or later; it goes in to the early morning of the 13th, too.

Just as promised, tonight was going to be a night full of shooting stars.

From anywhere in Final Destination City, these beautiful streaks of light can be seen dashing across the sky. Why not use the night to take your date out and watch the stars together? Perhaps a new relationship could form. Or break. Maybe a wish could come true. The sky was simply stunning, and the weather allowed for a comfortable atmosphere. It's a nice night to go out and watch the night sky.

[[OOC: Go ahead and make your own character threads! Mark them with a time so people don't throw babies into 4 o'clock threads if they shouldn't be there. That'd be awesome. Go nuts. If you need some more information, I based it off of the Perseid meteor shower, so hopefully that could help you out.]]

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"Yes, culinary arts." He glanced at Silver for a moment. "He's not awake, is he..?"

"Culinary Arts, hm? If it's...alright with you, I may pop in to see. I could use a bit of practice..."

Giovanni chuckled when Raikov asked about the small redhead asleep in his father's lap, breaking the tension with it, "No...He is a rather deep sleeper, unlike I." Although his own sleep was getting increasingly deeper, "He could sleep through a Space Shuttle taking off 50 feet away." Nevermind that was hardly a safe distance to be when it took off, but the point of the noise stood still.

"Perfectly alright. Yevgeny is one of the best chefs ever." He was back to his more cheerful self, thinking of all the delicious food Volgin would be making him.

Then he looked at the young boy again with a raised eyebrow. "... Wish I could sleep like that."

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"Maybe I'll learn some from him." He nodded, glad that the awkward point had passed. "I...heh, could learn to bake, perhaps."

"I used to." He said as he shifted Silver slightly, "Attempts on my life over the years pretty much destroyed that luxury."

"I'm sure he could teach you. ... And I know how you feel. Although, ever since coming here, I've had the most relaxed sleep I've experienced in my past 6 years.."

"Hmm, but it sounds like he protected you before that. I've always been the one tasked with protecting. Before Team Rocket, it was easy to sleep. I didn't have to worry about an assassin. After we rose to power, I constantly worried for my family. Even here, I'm not relaxed. You saw how I was when Silver was missing..."
He leaned against the building, sighing, "Sometimes...If I wasn't trying to patch things up with him, I wonder if it'd be better to leave here, to keep him and Nessa safe. But I doubt that'd help, after last week. Mica's pretty much the only reason I can sleep."

It felt a bit odd to confide in another like this, but he trusted Raikov...

Which made Raikov wonder something... Would anyone know of the horrid crimes Volgin had commited? Unlike Giovanni, Volgin was proud of what he had done. He felt sorry for no one, aside for maybe perhaps Raikov himself.

"Why isn't your wife here?"

Maybe it was an invading question but he was curious.

"'Nessa' is in the city, actually. It was she who enrolled Silver, though it was after I came to teach here."

He was quiet, twirling a red lock of hair between his fingertips.

"I don't think she knows of my prescence, though."

"Really...? You make it sound like you haven't spoken to her in a while."

"...Ivan, I haven't spoken to her since I left. Three years ago...no, almost four now."

"Why the hell not?"

That. question took Giovanni aback, before he frowned, "I left my family over trying to get Team Rocket back together, even when I said I'd return someday. That plan failed. But what right do I have to even speak to her, after leaving my family for something so petty?"

"Perhaps, despite what you did, she still misses you." He tapped his eraser against Giovanni's nose.

The tap got his attention, snapping him out of the mindset he had almost started on. He thought about that for a moment. Maybe she did... After all, she had always been gracious, understanding with his criminal dealings, and she had known about most of them. Could such grace and forgiveness extend to something like this?
"Perhaps...I don't have any idea how I would go about trying to get back together with her, though...Besides through Silver."

"Maybe this little drama was what you needed. I've never actually see you like this with Silver before... If things continue to get better, perhaps you can get back together through Silver. I mean, think about it," he smiled.

"If you were to patch things up with Silver, that would show her that you've become a better man.."

Hmm, he'd never thought about it quite like that. Of course, he'd been so concerned with keeping his son in sight this week that he hadn't though of much else.

"...Interesting. Perhaps you are right." He stroked his chin in thought, "It is a long road, but it's definitely better than even a few months ago. Do you recall that hallucination incident?"

Raikov tilted his head slightly, "Yes, what about it?"

"Hm, I don't believe I told you what mine was about..." He then recounted what he had seen (http://breaks-ground.livejournal.com/5396.html) -not hard, as that wasn't something easily forgotten. "I believe Silver's was something also traumatic, because he ended up crying in my arms after he asked me if I loved him. He refuses to admit that it happened, but...he doesn't seem quite as hostile as before. There's been more things since then, like when we turned into animals..." He tilted his head, "it's almost as if it can be as subtle as the plates beneath our feet shifting one moment, and as obvious as an earthquake another time."

"... Strange, how such things can happen in this place, isn't it?" Raikov said after taking a moment to think things over. "Divine intervention is what some call it, right?"

"Or some such. Honestly, half the stuff going wrong I've figured as some dort of punishment for my past life...maybe it is more of an intervention instead of a retribution. I mean, as hellish as last week was, I have my son back, unharmed...granted he doesn't seem that grateful, but..."

"Someday he might. If my father risked all that to save my life? I would be grateful."

He allowed a low growl of thought to vibrate in his throat, "Perhaps so. I suppose it is a matter of one day at a time. Right now I'm just concerned for his safety...but how much is too much, I have to wonder."

"I couldn't say. I'm not a parent and more than likely never will be." He shrugged. "Don't coddle him too much though."

"Heh, I doubt he'd let me even if I tried to." He chuckled, nodding, "I know better than to spoil him too much, though. He already thinks he is higher over me, why give him that as a foothold?"

To the other, he thought for a moment, "Not even adoption?"

"Smart man." He smirked - but then his expression changed at the thought of Volgin being a parent.

"... I'm not quite sure that would work out."

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