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[This is written in a fairly neat handwriting, in a language that may look roughly similar to Arabic to those familiar with it. The paper on the bulletin board has a small note on top, with a lot of space on the rest of the page for people to fill in as needed.]

Since we're all from different worlds and cultures I think there are a few things we should probably get sorted out as a group. First thing should probably be how to address each other. Go ahead and write your name/title/what you want to be called, your gender identifier if that's important to you, and pronouns to use for you.

Kai, he/him

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[Welcome to Sanguinius's slightly flourishing handwriting. How to address him? Watch the point sail over his head. That's a long way up! ]

Sanguinius of the Pure Blood, Primarch of the IX Legiones Astartes, the Blood Angels, sometimes called the Great Angel or the Archangel of Baal, one of Guilliman's Dauntless Few.

Or.

Just

Sanguinius.

[Hisako can do an elaborate script but here she's very plain.]

'Oriole'.

One day you will, I hope, explain this name to me.

Did I not already? They are appealing little black-and-gold birds. Why, holding out for something white-feathered?

Little? [Ma'am. You wound him. ]

I do not always wear my armor, though.

You see, there's a concept known as an 'ironic nickname', in which a humorous contrast is drawn between etc etc.

[he would know this if he'd had friends.]

Will wonders never cease! But you do not pluck the plumage from your head, do you?

[she knows it's hair, Hisako is just being ridiculous.]

I see. [...this is why he needs them. Normal to Primarch translator is a full time job.]

Are you making fun of me? [Honest question.]

[She pauses, considering how to interpret the sentence. Probably better to take it as baffled/hurt, right?]

Yes. It's because I'm bored and I like you.

[and by now she doesn't think he'll take violent offense, but she's not going to say that.]

[Definitely more baffled than anything else. He loves his Legion and they love him but even their affection is tinged with deference. No one's ever addressed him like this. ]

Oh.

[How...how else do you answer that?]
I enjoy your company also.

[Hisako definitely doesn't think they're equals but Sanguinius strikes her as closer to a minor god with an imposing appearance than anything else. One of the ones that's not still normal maybe but hasn't totally detached from the lives and deaths of mortals either. She's known plenty of those. Sometimes she feels closer to her friends among them than to other Stormwings.]

Are you blushing? Tell me you're not blushing.

Hisako.

This is public.

??????

[Surely that was fine, right?]

Oh very well. Just for you.

[She draws the brush back over 'Are you blushing? Tell me you're not blushing', covering it like a censor bar. And cackles. Now it looks like she'd written something obscene.]

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[Unfortunately for her, but probably fortunately for his dignity, spluttering does not translate to a note pinned to the noteboard that well. Instead, he leaves a note for others. ]

There is nothing untoward happening here. [It's all pure as the driven snow, OKAY?]

Your tail is so pull-able. It's cute.

[When he's out of Sanguinius' presence, it's easier to tease his Prince.]

I would say not.

Good for you!

[This is not helping him reacquire his composure!]

Lady Hisako is merely being pleasant.

In her way.

That I see, lord.

[Hee hee hee hee.]

She is simply more pleasant to you than others. Surely a promising sign.

[Had he--? Did she thi--???]

I strive to be friendly to everyone. [MOSTLY it works. The SecUnit was a tragic failure he was still trying to untangle.] I am sure she is diplomatic.

I'm sure she's not. Diplomats don't pull each other's feathers that much.

It's all right to be more than friendly.

[That is deliberately ambiguous!]

Oxymorons, two:
Cherry blossoms undying
A pleasant Stormwing

[why am I writing haiku now]

[because haiku is great]

Beyond the Judge's pitiless stare, beyond the wide crocus-field half-eyed in forever twilight, the flowers of Prav are said to never fade.

[hey hisako did it hurt when u fell from heaven--]

[Hisako writes a response that has a title and counts as finished in her eyes, so it disappears on her. No one's explained this so far but she's seen it before. Scowling Hisako slaps down a pissy little scribble.]

This library hates
Extemporizing in verse!
Censored! I could bite!

You finished it?

Now it, too, has flown to Prav like all other ended tales.

Is that it? We have to take 'Unfinished' as literally as that?

You do not want to know how many veils disappeared on me when I first arrived here.

The Library is very particular.