Balancing the Books

[conjuredskies]

Here’s someone who hasn’t shown his face in public for a while. Felix is sitting on the old Legion desk in his Legion leathers, a small pile of books beside him. For those who get close enough to look, they’re all reference books about Earth, including a children’s encyclopedia and a dictionary. The mage himself still looks a little sleepless, but he’s in far better shape than the gaunt, distracted wraith who showed up for the Halloween party. There’s color in his face, an easy confidence in his posture… and with his hood down around his shoulders, his hair looks like it’s back to its normal black.

Felix draws a deep breath that has nothing at all to do with the letter he’s pretending to read, then folds it and flashes the nearest Nexus-goers a quick smile.

“How forgiving you are you of debts?” he asks. “Those you’re owed, and those you owe.”

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[turningcolors]

"I keep immaculate records. Debts are not things to take lightly."

There's a woman with bright reddish orange hair standing nearby the desk, though when she's shown up or whence she came from are difficult things to ascertain. Ever mindful of the season and the weather Hazel is dressed in dark brown leggings underneath a deep red dress and boots. She wears a half jacket, gloves, and a scarf over her dress to keep out the worst of the Winter's chill. Definitely dressed like an Earther.

"What I owe, I pay. Promptly and respectfully. What I am owed I collect. It's the only way to keep the scales balanced. When one side doesn't hold their end of the bargain it breaks everything for any future transactions."

[losthunter]

"For me, the debts that I feel I owe other people weigh heavy on my mind...." Hunter answers the question.

He remembers Felix, from the brief encounter during Halloween.

[not_the_question]

The Doctor only has a vague recollection of seeing Felix at the Halloween party. He was too busy playing his guitar on stage to have really engaged people properly in conversation. Which is just how he likes it when it comes to parties.

He approaches the lad, because let's be honest, being well over 2500 years old and with four and a half billion years of experience, he's far older than many parts of the universe. Older than all of his universe, if you consider that he rebooted it.

His grey curls flutter lightly in the breeze. Today, he is in his black velvet coat with the blue lining. A black shirt with holes in it and a black hoody, which is zipped up halfway against the chill.

"The only way anyone can live in peace is if they learn to forgive."

But the question brings him up short. He was about to go into his entire observation about forgiveness when the last comment is made. He squeezes his hand, because whenever he gets emotional, for some reason, it releases a bit of regeneration energy. He's not thrilled about that. And he has to focus to make it go quiet again.

"It depends what your definition of 'debt' is."

But the Doctor clearly has several ideas in mind. His expression is thoughtful and yet, he gives off the aura of someone who's experienced great loss.

[chiron_survivor]

Adia is in the Plaza, and look! She brought a friend. She's holding hands with a man who is wearing a stylish gray suit, the orange of his dress shirt popping bright like spring on this typical wintry weather day.

"Hi, Felix." She gives the man a warm smile. She's glad to see that the younger Caelus brother has regained some of his vitality. Her own appearance is significantly less sunny than at the Halloween party, but a lot has happened since then. Both good and bad; she's holding the hand of the good, and if Felix has spoken to his brother recently, he'd know about the bad.

"I try not to keep any debts," she answers honestly. "Those that I owe I keep paying back as best I can. Those that are owed me can always be forgiven." She glances up at her companion briefly, who is giving the mage a serious, unblinking stare. "Felix, this is my boyfriend, Caspar. And, by the way, before I forget, congratulations on your engagement. Jim told me the other day."

[rogueinladysclothing]

It's good to see Felix looking so much like himself again. The man she saw at Halloween wasn't him, as far as the rogue is concerned, so seeing his face now? It earns a bright smile as she takes up a spot leaning against the desk.

"I have a hard time releasing people from their debts to me. I had dozens back home that I never had the chance to claim and I'm more than a little sad I'll never be able to collect." Or allow her family to collect in her stead, but she wasn't exactly going to leave a note for every person on the list explaining they now owed her family but not to tell them why. She crosses her arms loosely in front of her chest as she smiles down at him. "I believe in holding everyone accountable for their promises for as long as possible, either until the debt is paid or there's reason to forgive it. There's always a reason to let something go, but I'm never going to be looking for it on someone's behalf."

Shifting a little closer, she tilts her head to one side as her lips pull into a smirk. "As for me, you know I never let anything go. If I owe someone, I'll pay them back even if I've been given permission not to do so."

[boldygoing]

A small orange kitten scampers in the direction of the desk, excited to explore this endless Nexus place with its interesting smells and distracting fluttering banners. The fluffball skids to a stop near Felix's feet and bats at his footwear with a curious paw, investigating. Is this good to pounce on?

The bearded Jim Kirk is not terribly far behind, looking a little exasperated, though not terribly surprised. Crookshanks was a model citizen, compared to this little terror. This little guy has the heart of an explorer, and a fearlessness that would make Starfleet proud, but man. Zunar's found enough places to hide in Jim's small apartment that the thought of losing him in an infinite plane is intimidating as fuck.

"Come on, you gotta stay close," Jim says, scooping up the kitten, who mews in protest before realizing that he can see so much more up here, and begins to paw at Jim's shoulder to climb up.

Only then does Jim notice whose boots the kitten was attacking, and he pauses a moment as the question registers. “Depends on what kinda debt. People should keep their promises unless there’s a good reason why not, for the most part. Or make it up somehow, if they can.”