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paixaorpg2006-07-02 07:53 am
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In which Howl is agitated... [ACTIVE]
Character(s): Howl, Yuki Eiri (and anyone who wants to join in).
Content: Howl decides that waiting at his hotel will do nothing and decides to wander about. Sitting, though, is better than walking, so he's made himself comfortable on an outside seat at the nearest cafe.
Setting: Exiting the Haja o Que Houver [F4] and then sitting at the
Cafe Ersesat [H4]
Time: Tuesday night around seven-ish.
Warnings: None.
It was unsettling to have woken the previous day to find that she was gone. Moreso, since given her condition the day before he wouldn't have expected her to wake up, much less walk out of the hotel to leave.
Damn girl, he mutters inwardly to himself, nodding absently to the hotel clerk as he makes his way out the lobby and onto the illuminated street, the sounds of music reverberating through the air. One hand holds his coat in place as the air whips about, it's fine whispers running through his hair.
He had waited for most of the day, stayed indoors and in the hotel room enjoying food that he didn't have to bother to share and silence that reminded him of why he'd chosen to become a hermit half the time back where the world made sense and Calcifer was just a stairway away.
He wanted to go and find her, but considering the size of this town, that was going to be difficult in itself. So instead he focuses on not looking for her. He is, afterall, surprised that for someone he had met for such a short time, Asuka has managed to turn him into someone he barely recognizes: a man who actually worries for someone else4's welfare.
It'll pass. You're not one to linger with the dames anyway. Calcifer's voice in his head is a fabrication -- an echo of memory that suits the situation, though the words and sentiment are from another time entirely.
He notes the people around him and inhales, keeping temper in check. Abandonment does not sit well with him, just as the dependency of another soul. He focuses his frustration at something else then. Something shallow, and tells himself with his little fire demon's voice that this, like all bouts of temper, will eventually pass.
Why in bloody heaven are all these people just blonde and blue-eyed? The equivalent of his voice in his head is irritated and he runs one hand through his own pale locks. You'd think that they weren't given to variety at all. His brows slightly furrowed, he ceases his walk and opts to sit in one of the empty seats under the awning of a cafe and proceeds to fiddle with his journal.
Content: Howl decides that waiting at his hotel will do nothing and decides to wander about. Sitting, though, is better than walking, so he's made himself comfortable on an outside seat at the nearest cafe.
Setting: Exiting the Haja o Que Houver [F4] and then sitting at the
Cafe Ersesat [H4]
Time: Tuesday night around seven-ish.
Warnings: None.
It was unsettling to have woken the previous day to find that she was gone. Moreso, since given her condition the day before he wouldn't have expected her to wake up, much less walk out of the hotel to leave.
Damn girl, he mutters inwardly to himself, nodding absently to the hotel clerk as he makes his way out the lobby and onto the illuminated street, the sounds of music reverberating through the air. One hand holds his coat in place as the air whips about, it's fine whispers running through his hair.
He had waited for most of the day, stayed indoors and in the hotel room enjoying food that he didn't have to bother to share and silence that reminded him of why he'd chosen to become a hermit half the time back where the world made sense and Calcifer was just a stairway away.
He wanted to go and find her, but considering the size of this town, that was going to be difficult in itself. So instead he focuses on not looking for her. He is, afterall, surprised that for someone he had met for such a short time, Asuka has managed to turn him into someone he barely recognizes: a man who actually worries for someone else4's welfare.
It'll pass. You're not one to linger with the dames anyway. Calcifer's voice in his head is a fabrication -- an echo of memory that suits the situation, though the words and sentiment are from another time entirely.
He notes the people around him and inhales, keeping temper in check. Abandonment does not sit well with him, just as the dependency of another soul. He focuses his frustration at something else then. Something shallow, and tells himself with his little fire demon's voice that this, like all bouts of temper, will eventually pass.
Why in bloody heaven are all these people just blonde and blue-eyed? The equivalent of his voice in his head is irritated and he runs one hand through his own pale locks. You'd think that they weren't given to variety at all. His brows slightly furrowed, he ceases his walk and opts to sit in one of the empty seats under the awning of a cafe and proceeds to fiddle with his journal.
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Having dropped Asuka off at Aiches Memorial Hospital - dammit his arms were positively aching after that long walk - to the care of the doctors and nurses, he had hung around there for a awhile before deciding that he wasn't really any help there, after all.
Despite his distaste for concerning himself with the matters of other individuals, Yuki had briefly decided to check up on her a little later; purely a formality, just to see if she was all right.
At the current moment, however, he needed to get out of there. The blonde novelist hated hospitals with a vengeance, and could never quite get used to the stench of disinfectants that always lingered in the air.
Lighting a cigarette of his own once again, he flicked his gaze idly around, amber eyes resting on a little cafe just in front of him. To his annoyance, most of the tables were occupied. There were lots of empty seats, naturally, but said seats were attached to tables that had at least two individuals or more occupying them, and the last thing Yuki needed was more company.
He was quite about to leave and to find a new spot to simply be alone when he spotted a free table. Well, it wasn't quite free, considering that there was someone occupying it already. However, upon closer inspection, the comely blonde occupant was busy with the journal thing, and would therefore probably be pleasant company.
Pleasant meaning being least likely to annoy him with banal, fangirlish squeals he always received from his female fans.
Stepping up to the good-looking, oddly garbed stranger, he spoke evenly. "Is this seat taken?"
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"Hm? Oh--no, no. It's alright. You can have it." The wizard gestured almost flimsily, having been sitting for apparently quite awhile and not exactly having the energy to do much. Old habits were returning. He was somewhat beginning to feel like himself again.
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A swift glance was enough; for some odd reason, the long-haired individual had decided to wear teardrop earrings along with the rather...unusual ensemble of clothes. He had almost feminine features, and would've passed for a very pretty young woman if he had been so inclined.
However, that was none of his business, and Yuki finally spoke. "You're not a citizen here, are you?"
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He quirked an eyebrow. "What gave me away?"
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A welcome change, really. As laid back as he was, Yuki didn't think he'd be able to take too many bizarre theories in the span of two days.
His gaze flicking over to the other man's long golden hair - how could anyone live properly with hair that long? Then again, it wasn't his place to question what other people did with the outward appearances. So. -
Yuki simply shrugged, his tone bland as he raised his cigarette to his lips. "You look better." Taking a healthy drag, he took his time answering as he exhaled, turning in the other direction so as not to be terribly rude.
How had he known, hmm?
"You don't stare blankly at me when I talk." For some reason, the nurses and doctors at Aiche Memorial Hospital had spent an entire minute gaping at him like fools when they had finished taking care of Asuka. Apparently, people dressed like he did highly unusual occurences.
Or something.
Terribly irritating, really.
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"At first I thought that it was just because everything looked so prim and properly placed." One hand gestured briefly around. "It's like something out of a story book."
"Very..." he searched for the word. "Quaint."
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Yeah. Some twisted storyline, indeed.
A faint snort was issued at that particular observation, and he paused for a moment, contemplating the other blonde man's words. There was something terribly different about him that the novelist couldn't quite place.
Rather...medieval, probably? He hadn't heard of anyone who had used the world 'quaint' in any particular conversation at all.
He studied him for a few moments, amber eyes mildly thoughtful before he caught himself and he spoke idly. "Where did you come from?"
Yuki supposed he was beginning to get used to all this, the fact that this place had people who came from different worlds - quite literally - and not all of them were particularly sane.
He rubbed at his arm absently, over Asuka's bite and just hoped that she didn't have any rabies. He hadn't bothered to show that particular injury to the medical staff - imbeciles, the lot of them - but damn it, it stung. Did the girl have teeth made of metal, or something?
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"What's your name?" He asked, curious, and knowing well enough that he could have let the conversation continue and end at some point without either of them knowing each other's names. He'd done it often enough in the past as he didn't think that noting passing acquaintances' names was of any real value when he wasn't likely to see them again.
But this... city. This... Paixao, as far as he could tell already, was small, and the possibility of running into people he'd already met once over and over again was high. The least he could do was school himself into remembering basic courtesy. He had spent the last half-hour studying the train routes, the establishments and most of the details that made the city exactly what it was: a damn playground. Big, but a playground nonetheless.
Now if only he could fathom the rules of the game herein.
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He absently noted the coat, and the blonde once again wondered if he had stepped out from a fairytale book somehow. The other man's mannerisms had suggested that, and he fought the urge to snort. If there was one thing he didn't believe in, it was crap like that, but hey. The shitty city had it's possibilities, considering the sheer amount of strange people it seemed to attract.
"Yuki." The novelist replied casually, still lounging against his seat. Finding the need to at least be polite; his current companion was one with impeccable manners, and he didn't want to look too rude. "Yuki Eiri." A short pause, before he continued almost idly. "You?"
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"How long have you been here, Yuki? I may... call you that?" The inquiry was only polite. People asked that sort of question everyday. But why was he being so polite, that was more interesting.
Because the guy looks nice and decent enough to be construed as normal, and because you hate not having anyone to talk to. Let's face it. You miss having me to boss around. One day he would question what powers there be why his conscience had adopted the voice of that particular fire demon. Today though, he would let it pass.
"I've been here since Friday."
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"By all means," Yuki drawled almost lazily, a faint smile on his lips. He was no stranger to the art of socializing - when he was forced to, of course - and he more or less knew the social norms of meeting someone for the first time.
And it really helped that this man was as far from grating as he could get. Yuki himself relaxed enough to offer an offhand comment, something that was rare for the verbally economical novelist. "You have an interesting name."
Friday, huh? Yuki had just got here yesterday, and he'd already been plunged headfirst into the damn city that was just teeming with assorted oddballs.
"I arrived yesterday." Yuki responded, lighting another cigarette as he ground the last one under his heel. Offering the cigarette pack to Howl - now why had he done that? - he continued casually. "The crap that happened makes it seem like I've been here forever."
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"Second day here," he said carelessly, exhaling with his trademark lazy air. "And already I've gotten bitten by a delirious blonde girl who thinks I'm her mother."
It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but even then, Yuki's brows furrowed slightly as he remembered Asuka. Was she all right now? He had half a mind to check in on her, but the other part of her simply wanted to leave things be.
Things were better like that, right?
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Or maybe that was just him.