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[circumspector]

Who: Angel + closed starters
What: A catch-all
When: mumbles incoherently gesturng at calender
Where: a place

[ Closed starters in the comments, if you'd like open prompts for Angel to tag, there are these here on the event. ]

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[nothinglikefather]

Jacob knows that while lies aren't pleasant, there is a need for them. He's told plenty over the years, and while none of them were quite in the same league as Angel's, he can understand why she felt she had to do it. Why she believed there were no other options.

He can't help but feel there must have been some other way, even so. Some way to save her, to make it right. She's a kind, sweet and incredible woman. She doesn't deserve death.

"We'll give him a fair chance," he promises, with a grin at her. "See what this assassin of yours is like."

[circumspector]

It doesn't get easier, that is the simple truth of the things she doesn't say. She has forced the words up once for each of them. She has told them what they need to protect herself, and it gets no easier to talk about.

So for right now, she takes what she needs but barely deserves, that bit of affection she still feels her chest curl up in fear and longing over as Connor brushing lips on her head. She seeks that comfort, whether it was fair for her to have it or not. Curling her arms around his shoulders. Burying her face against his neck as she steadies herself. Inhaling his scent to comfort herself, before she pulls back.

[borntohurt]

"...we've all got pasts, Angel."

All of them. They all have blood on their hands, things they regret. They're here now, together, and moving forward. That's the important thing. If she's looking to be judged, this isn't the place and they'll never be the people to do it.

He offers her a gentle, sad sort of smile before settling back a little further.

"When do we meet them?"

[nothinglikefather]

"Are we having a dinner party?" Jacob says, amused. "Invite him over, if you like. Although we could all just meet him ourselves, individually. Might be less overwhelming for the poor bastard that way."

He doesn't mind, but it depends on what Angel wants. If she wants to oversee the meeting, if she wants to introduce them all, then why not?

[circumspector]

There - distracted momentarily, Angel snorts. "Uhm, maybe not a dinner party. I don't think he even eats? Or at least I've never seen him take his helmet off? Like ever? But he's usually okay enough to just go where I ask if I promise a gun to him for it."

Nothing really like guns to motivate a Vault Hunter.

"Either way, keep your eye out for him when you see him. Tall, helmet. Sword. Talks in poetry."

[mustact]

Hm ...

"I believe I have met him. He seems okay."

Which is as much of a reassurance for both Angel and the other two men. Zer0 was ... a little odd, but friendly enough towards Ratonhnhaké:ton and the strange gooey creature the four of them accidentally released.

He hadn't realised that the man spoke in poetry, however.