[Vrenille's not nearly so delicate that he can't take some very direct (or even some pretty damn harsh) talking to. In a way, that might even be better than trying to address this particular topic kindly: he's probably always going to doubt, but when the situation demands, he can also just shut up about it and focus on the job he's got to do. That's the way things get done--with less second guessing and more plain old rising to the occasion. He knows it, and he also knows that sometimes he just needs a swift kick in the pants to get down to business. But when it comes right down to it, Vrenille has a very good work ethic.
Still sitting, he looks up at Jericho when he stands. Jericho, he thinks, will be a good person to work with too. Even if the whole experience they're about to go through is going to thoroughly suck from top to bottom and the man is going to completely lose control of himself and turn into some kind of murderous beast, Vrenille still thinks that Jericho will be a good person to work with.
The jungle taught him this: if you're going to go through hell with people who might lose control of themselves and turn on you and try to kill you, you'd better damn well trust and love them going in, because you're going to need that love to get you through. Framed that way, it makes the growing affection he feels for the man pretty much the farthest thing from a problem it can be, and the relief he feels when Jericho agrees, both to staying and to letting him consult the others, is like a buoy of new confidence.
He's just opening his mouth to speak when he's interrupted by a mechanical-sounding voice approaching from the side of the square.]
Pardon-me, but-you-are-in-this-unit's-way.
[There, just next to them and apparently wanting to go up the stairs and into the house, a strange little robot-like golem floats in the air. It's got an oval-shaped stone body banded with strips of metal and one glowing blue disk, like a single sensory eye. Its mechanical arms (of which it has a few) have a variety cleaning attachments on their ends, including a broom, a mop, and a feather duster. It also, on a hanger-like attachment rising out of its back, is carrying Jericho's jacket, now dutifully cleansed of blood. It is, as promised, the returning domest-o-matic.
Vrenille gives it a mildly affronted look.] Oi, don't be rude. We were having a moment here. You can wait.
It's his jacket! [Vrenille waves a finger in Jericho's direction, muttering under his breath.] You daft golem.
[The golem whirs, extending its hanger arm towards Jericho.] Completion-subfile-accessed. Updating-optimization-speed-data-file. Entry-note: time-requirements-met-despite-hypersaturation-of-biological-fluids-due-to-nongolem-error. Please-take-better-care-of-your-outerwear-in-future. Would-you-like-to-hear-some-health-and-hygiene-tips?
no subject
Still sitting, he looks up at Jericho when he stands. Jericho, he thinks, will be a good person to work with too. Even if the whole experience they're about to go through is going to thoroughly suck from top to bottom and the man is going to completely lose control of himself and turn into some kind of murderous beast, Vrenille still thinks that Jericho will be a good person to work with.
The jungle taught him this: if you're going to go through hell with people who might lose control of themselves and turn on you and try to kill you, you'd better damn well trust and love them going in, because you're going to need that love to get you through. Framed that way, it makes the growing affection he feels for the man pretty much the farthest thing from a problem it can be, and the relief he feels when Jericho agrees, both to staying and to letting him consult the others, is like a buoy of new confidence.
He's just opening his mouth to speak when he's interrupted by a mechanical-sounding voice approaching from the side of the square.]
Pardon-me, but-you-are-in-this-unit's-way.
[There, just next to them and apparently wanting to go up the stairs and into the house, a strange little robot-like golem floats in the air. It's got an oval-shaped stone body banded with strips of metal and one glowing blue disk, like a single sensory eye. Its mechanical arms (of which it has a few) have a variety cleaning attachments on their ends, including a broom, a mop, and a feather duster. It also, on a hanger-like attachment rising out of its back, is carrying Jericho's jacket, now dutifully cleansed of blood. It is, as promised, the returning domest-o-matic.
Vrenille gives it a mildly affronted look.] Oi, don't be rude. We were having a moment here. You can wait.
Negative. Emergency-laundry-protocol-requires-return-of-garments-in-under-60-minutes. Time-expiring-in-20-seconds.
It's his jacket! [Vrenille waves a finger in Jericho's direction, muttering under his breath.] You daft golem.
[The golem whirs, extending its hanger arm towards Jericho.] Completion-subfile-accessed. Updating-optimization-speed-data-file. Entry-note: time-requirements-met-despite-hypersaturation-of-biological-fluids-due-to-nongolem-error. Please-take-better-care-of-your-outerwear-in-future. Would-you-like-to-hear-some-health-and-hygiene-tips?