The Village of Haven, Arceria, Kaeleer, Tuesday Evening (Fandom time)

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So, Warren had been sitting on it now for a little while. It had only been a day, according to Fandom, since Karla had formed her Court, but in Kaeleer, it had been two. A very busy two. They were in Haven, now, making the last of their plans before the procession into Sidra and everything that that would entail. And, the entire time, there was something that Warren had been itching to scream from the rooftops, and finally, he'd found a moment edgewise in order to do it.

First, he'd left a message for Bobby. Before anyone else, Bobby.

But, after that, it was fair game. He pulled out his phone, tapped out a quick text, and sent it to everyone on his phone's contact list:

We're engaged!

Apologies to those in Kaeleer, who were getting that text at an obscene hour of the night. Warren had been a little too anxious to share it to bother weeding through his contacts. Plus he hadn't had much sleep lately. Eh, he'd apologize to anybody that had been inconvenienced by that text in the morning.

[OOC: NFB for distance, obviously! If you think you got Warren's text, you totally did! Open for return texts, phone calls, other people who have a reason to be in bed with him in Haven...]

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The rainbows were worn by an impostor, clearly. I am the very vision of utmost composure at all times.

Suuuuure he was.

Finally found a moment edgewise to let people not in Kaeleer know. Too excited to sleep, now.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwww. That was sweet. Goofy! Dorky! Not at all composed! And sweet.

Congrats again. And yay. And I promise not to track down those pix for the wedding reception.

That's what Bobby was for!

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I'm keeping that text forever to be used against you in a court of law.

Warren was totally and completely joking. And he'd still keep that text forever.

If you don't do it, Bobby will. And Lucivar will insist on it.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

There's a law against textfibs? If there were, she was in sooo much trouble.

That's why Bobby's in my gang!

We should so let Lucivar join! And a pause, then, generously, And hey, if you're my bro-in-law, you get a leather jacket too.

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There are gang jackets, now? How did I miss that?

And how was Warren supposed to wear the gang colors without them being obscured by his wings?

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

IT's a Thing. A Bobby and Dinah, metas and mutants thing. So no, that meant no real jackets as yet. Dinah might buy them for the bachelor/ette party, though.

Maybe we can just get your leather pants? ... and leather pants for Lucivar! Wait, he already has those

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I would ask if Karla put you up to that text, but she's right beside me, attempting to sleep.

Warren glanced over his shoulder and gave his sleeping fiance a smile before sending another text.

I guess I am going to want some more rugged clothing for travel in Glacia, though.

Business suits and obscenely expensive blue jeans were not necessarily the most war-in-Glacia appropriate attire.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Whyyyyyy would you say that? :D There were reasons they were sisters, yup.

And a bulletproof knife-resistant vest. Vests 4 all. Happy engagement.

May you live to see the wedding, dude. Dinah was going to make sure of that.

I'll get you boots tasldkfj

...that would be Dinah tripping on something in the dark, as she wandered around Haven. Some habits die hard.

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tasldkfj? I didn't know boots were such a big deal.

Look, Warren needed to tease. It didn't happen often, but when the opportunity presented itself...

Not many bullets in Kaeleer, but if you can find a vest I can wear without hindering my wings, I'll take it. Healing factors don't change the fact that being stabbed hurts like Hell.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

BOOTS are always a big deal! Just ask Priestly. Better yet, don't. Or Karla!

You guys need to get the streets paved. And put in more street lights. Later, though. I miss skyscrapers

Whistling, Dinah then proceeded to climb up on a roof. Not a residence. A business. These buildings had thin enough ceilings she might wake someone up, otherwise. She really didn't want to explain to the Arcerians what she was doing.

... steel-toe boots! And. Yes. Tac-vest. With ceramic plating. separate parts. Side panels front panels, back, nanofiber carbon mesh netting, spaces for wiiiiings.

Maybe spider-silk?

Shut up, girl needs her hobbies.

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... Spider-silk bulletproof vest?

It was late, Warren was easily confused.

Keeping in mind that Haven was intended to be a temporary refugee settlement, we'll discuss infrastructure a little more thoroughly when we're not trying to win these people's original homes back yeah?

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

YYY roads can wait. Bringing NVG's with armor for mee from N. Gotham

SPider-silk is in testing, lighter/tougher than kevlar. Good for knife protection

Maybe Arachnia spiders help?

would the dragons want to donate scales?

Would Warren like to go ask them for some?

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Yeah, Warren would get right on that.

Don't think we have time to weave that many spidersilk vests. And there aren't dragons anywhere near here-- kevlar will do. Nothing spidersilk can protect against here that kevlar can't. Physical attacks only, either way, kevlar protects against bruising better than silk anyhow.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Dinah hadn't expected another answer, really. (But now she was not going to forget that concept, either.)

Fair nough

Kevlar & ceramic! Like mine. 4 U anyway

Biggest target got the biggest armor.

Dinah jumped from one rooftop to the next, grinning up at the stars.

4am & all is well

go 2 sleep silly sheep

hug my sister

dream happly evr afters