paixaorpg | Stand in the Place Where You Live [Active/Open]

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Stand in the Place Where You Live [Active/Open]

Character(s): Lottie, open
Content: Miss LaBouff is hoping to hire some people to help her move into her new home.
Setting: Promenade Terrace
Time: Afternoon, Week 21
Warnings: None

Lottie was accustomed to the finer things in life. It wasn't so much that she demanded them (...okay, maybe she did) but that they were so often just...there. She was simply born into a lifestyle of riches that she was starting to realize she took for granted. Case in point: the house she now stood in front of.

It was a nice house. In fact, better than a lot of people might have been able to afford in their own worlds. In Lottie's eyes, however, something was...lacking. There wasn't an intricate iron fence or a winding driveway or even some stately columns! Goodness, there was only one story! But as spoiled as Lottie was, she was also surprisingly adaptable and stubbornly optimistic. So she stood in front of her new, average home, surrounded by furniture that she'd bought and waited for the friendly people she'd hoped would show to lend her a hand.

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One friendly person arrived not very long after his last post on the message board. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to run into here, nor what type of person this "Lottie" would be. When he arrived, he hesitated only long enough to get his bearings before approaching the one person who stood in front of the pile of furniture and house.

"Would you be Lottie by chance?" he asked, offering her a bow as he stopped nearby. "I am Larsa Solidor and I am willing to lend you my aid."

If anyone in Paixao was suited for a job like this it was Hercules. He just hoped that Lottie, and anyone else who would be helping her, wouldn't be like the people back home and decide he was a freak for what he was capable of. He made it to what looked like the right house and approached the two people standing there.

"L-lottie?" He said to the woman, "I'm here to help you move in."

Zidane wandered up to where it was indicated as well, and put his hands behind his head. He walked up to the small grouping of people, and raised an eyebrow at all the things she had accumulated.

As always, he winked at the woman and grinned. "I'm here to help too, sweetheart~" He said, looking at the other two.

Well, they had their work cut out for them, that was sure. But he didn't mind it; he liked helping people anyway.

There was a loud patting noise. No sooner, there was Wolf trotting up from the path. A half of a bacon sandwich was clamped in his teeth, and he forgot to tuck in his wolf tail today as well. As Wolf skidded to a halt right by the other boys in front of the Promenade Terrace, he tried his best to fresh up before talking to Lottie. He jammed the rest of the bacon sandwich in his mouth and swallowed it with a loud gulp. He flipped his hair and tried to make sure his clothes were straight to look his best.

Wolf grinned as he wiped his lips with his sleeve and placed his fists on his hips. “I’m here Lottie!” he exclaimed. Then there was sense of awkwardness as he realized he wasn’t the only one who pounced out to help Lottie. Well, it shouldn’t be a big deal anyway. Perhaps these fellas are just being nice too.

Lottie blinked rapidly as Larsa came into view. Why, he was just a boy! How did someone so young become so serious, so grave? Her lips curved into a smile to hide her bemusement and she stepped forward, extending her hand and curtsying with the effortlessness of southern belle bred for grace. "That I am! Thank you for comin', Larsa. I have to admit, I didn't think you'd be so young. I..."

She trailed off as Hercules made his entrance. The boy wasn't much older than Larsa, but taller, with a lankiness that promised an impressive build once he reached his prime. Her smile brightened at the shyness in his expression. He was just as cute as a button! "Hey there! You got the right place, hon." She wagged a finger, hand on her hip. "And you must be Hercules! That adorable voice is one of a kind!"

She clapped her hands together, walking with obvious bounce around the two boys, up the short staircase to the porch and flung to door open. "Welcome to my own lil' home away from home!" she said, chuckling. "It's not anything fancy, mind you, but I worked hard since I came here to afford it."

Lottie turned around as Zidane called out. At his petname, she tilted her head coyly, her smile demure. Here was someone closer to or her exact age (it was hard to tell), and a charmer to boot! "Glad you showed up!"she replied, bouncing back down the stairs toward the boys. "I am just tickled pink that so many of y'all were willin' to help lil' ol' me." She reached out and patted Zidane's shoulder, batting her eyelashes.

When Wolf appeared, her face lit up. "Oh! Mr. Wolf!" It seemed she'd already grown a little attached the man -- he was the first to help her upon entering the city and she felt completely safe around him. She dashed toward him, clamping a hand down on her hat, and reached out for his arm to tug him closer to the group. Dimples flashing as she grinned, she observed the group of men and boys with obvious satisfaction.

"Well, then. Let's get crackin!"

Larsa couldn't help but feel that maybe all of these people showing up were going to make things slightly more difficult in the long run. However, he didn't voice his concerns, choosing instead to maintain his calm smile. Lottie certainly was a bouncy person, wasn't she? She reminded him of some of the Arcadian children he'd seen in the streets and some he'd seen on his travels in other places. In some respects, he was a little jealous of those who were able to be so carefree. He'd never experienced that in his life.

But that was neither here nor there. What was important was helping Lottie. So Larsa made a mental note of the names presented and turned to the closest piece of furniture.

"If we are to start, we should begin with the heaviest so we can be sure they are allowed inside before our strength wears out." He glanced back at the rest of them, obviously waiting for someone to take the other end and help him.

Hercules blushed rather furiously at the way Lottie was acting towards him. It seemed like he was like he was a little kid to her, and it was a little embarrassing. He tried to ignore it and went to help the boy that had spoken up.

He went over to the other end of the piece of furniture and picked it up with hardly any effort at all, it was like someone picking up an empty crate. Not only that, but he was capable of supporting the entire piece of furniture by himself. "I... I think I got this one," Herc said to Larsa.

Zidane nodded to Wolf as he walked up in acknowledgment. There really had been a lot of people to turn up here...not that he minded a whole lot. The more the merrier; and that also meant he didn't have to do all the work alone.

When Lottie touched his shoulder and batted her eyelashes, he couldn't help but laugh a little bit. After he watched her interaction with Wolf, he nodded and went to one of the other larger pieces of furniture, waiting for help. He was stronger than he looked, but not that strong.

Though, when Hercules picked up the one that Larsa had volunteered to handle, his eyes went wide. "Whoa!" He cried. He had to bite back a remark that would probably have embarrassed the kid, just choosing to watch in awe instead.

Wolf beamed at Lottie, he definitely can’t wait to show her how awesome he can be. Turning around to get some of the furniture, he smiled, “Hey no problem, I can handle-” That’s when he saw Hercules carry the entire piece of furniture. Wolf simply gawked, he pointed his finger and just was amazed, “…it.”

Quickly regaining his composure, Wolf chuckled to himself. Looks like he’s really gotta work on his game play now. He walked himself toward some of the furniture pieces and carried some. “Alright guys, looks like we have some work on our hand. Just tell us where to put it all Lottie and we’ll get there,” Wolf stated with a wink.

Lottie squealed with excitement as Hercules lifted up the piece of furniture -- a chifforobe, specifically -- and dashed to his side, bouncing around him in circles as she inspected his strength, as excitable as a small dog. "Well, gracious! Just look at that! Hercules, you're as strong as...as...well, you're mighty strong, aren't ya?" She stopped in her dizzying movement, turning to grin at the others.

"This is just the bee's knees! We'll get this house furnished in no time now!" She turned back to Hercules, placing his hand on his shoulder. "You just bring that right inside, up the stairs an' into the first room on the left, darlin'. Then you can come down for the dining table!"

Lottie quickly gathered up smaller items -- a small bust of some non-descript woman, a box of books, an oil-lamp -- and placed them in Larsa's arms. "Y'all can follow Hercules and put these in the same room. Oh! Mind the wallpaper, boys! I looked all over for a house with pink rose wallpaper and I aim to keep it!"

Laughing sweetly, she gathered up a box for herself and followed Hercules inside.

Or one person could just take the whole thing and do it all himself. Larsa simply stared, unable to keep the shock off his face as Hercules picked the piece up by himself. In all his thirteen years of life, even the small parts spent in the company of the Lady Ashe and her companions, he'd never seen anything like this.

He probably would have continued staring had he not been mindful of what needed to be done. So instead, he shook himself inwardly, just in time to catch what Lottie was throwing into his arms. At least it wasn't really heavy, just awkward. The young emperor felt a little less helpful, but he nodded to Lottie anyway and walked up into the house behind her.

No use whining about it. Not that he'd ever really whined about anything in his life.

Hercules could feel all the eyes in the group on him. And even though their reactions were a lot better than he would have expected -- especially Lottie's -- it still made him nervous.

"Maybe I should have said something about my... I... Uh," He hesitated as he backed up to the door, then turned and rushed into the house and put the chifforobe into the first room of the house. He then saw Lottie come in after him.

"I should have said something first," He said to her, briefly rubbing the back of his neck.

Zidane picked up a smaller piece of furniture now, and started to drag it in. Seriously, that had been shocking. He had seen strange things in his time at home, but he had never really seen something like that.

A person with super human strength? That was definitely useful for this venture.

He just grinned at Hercules as Zidane made his way in with the furniture as well. "Good going!" He cried, getting over his initial shock.

Wolf chuckled at Hercules. Boy’s got some strength. Must be enchanted or something, he nodded to him, “Keep up the great work kid. You might be carrying all the really heavy stuff at this rate.”

The scruffy man walked back outside, to see what else he could bring inside. He spotted a large glass table. He took some of the glass parts out and carried the frame with the other arm. Wolf glanced upward at the house knowing, that there will probably be a lot more stuff to put in, he breathed, “At least we got a guy who has super strength, makes our job a lot more easier.”

Wolf called out to Lottie, “Hey! If you want to, I can make some lemonade for all of us once we’re done moving everything inside.”

"Oh, it's alright, sugah," Lottie replied to Hercules, waving a dismissive hand at his sheepish expression. She placed the box, which seemed to be full of lace, inside the room as well. "None of us woulda believe ya if you said somethin', to be honest. Seein' is believin'! I'm just tickled pink you're as strong as you are." She reached out to squeeze his hand in her own powder-soft, dainty hands, smiling into his eyes. "Don't be ashamed of a gift as great as this, hon. I think it's great!"

She spun away without waiting for a response as Wolf shouted up the stairs. She bounced back down to the main room, clapping her hands with glee. "Oh, Mr. Wolf, that'd just be swell! The kitchen is just right through there and..." She trailed off, finally stopping her whirlwind movements as she appeared to be checking out Zidane's hindquarters. Her hand slowly went to her cheek as she watched him, mouth gaping.

"Zidane! You have a tail!" It seems she only just now noticed.

Larsa followed silently, taking in what each person was saying. Once they reached the right room, he followed directions and placed the items where Lottie asked him to. As soon as that was done, he glanced around to see what else needed to be done.

He had to admit that Lottie had some of the strangest turns of phrase he had ever heard. Tickled pink? What did that even mean? Larsa looked a little confused at that, but too many people were speaking at the same time, so he opted for silence unless otherwise prodded, moving back outside to find out what else needed to come inside.

Lottie's reaction to him was something Hercules just wasn't used to. She thought it was great? Nobody ever thought it was great.

"T-thanks," he replied, though Lottie had already turned her attention to something else. The woman was like a bee, buzzing around everywhere, and she seemed to have the attention span to match.

Hercules walked back out of the house to get another large piece of furniture to bring into the house.

Zidane jumped a little in surprise at Lottie's sudden exclamation, and then whirled around. He turned to look at his tail when she indicated it, and then smiled. "Why, yes I do." He replied, rubbing the back of his head.

The way it seemed here, it was as if having tails was an unusual thing. He had seen worse, back at home. But seeing as how they came from different places...

"Does it bother you?"

Wolf walked down the steps with a bit of a bounce. He was done carrying some of the items upstairs. He landed on the main hall, with a little bit of a “tah-dah”. Wolf was about to round the corner to find the kitchen, when Lottie called out to Zidane’s tail. He glanced over and noticed it was a tail of a monkey. He walked backwards, to get a closer look.

The scruffy man turned around to show his own fluffy long grey wolf tail. “Awwwo? Oh no big deal Lottie. I have one too, see?” His own tail wagged slightly. He grinned as he turned around to face Zidane, “I’m a half wolf that’s why I have one. Are you a half monkey or something?”

Trying to think how that would work, Wolf started to wonder if Zidane changed into a monkey during the full moon. Oh, but that’d be silly, only wolves do that. He’s sure those monkeys must be a different story somehow.

Lottie was silent for longer than she'd been since the group got together, blinking rapidly at Wolf as he approached and showed off his own tail. At Zidane's questions, she shook her head gently, hand still pressed to her cheek. "Can't say it rightly bothers me, but I just...gracious, I'm not used to gentlemen havin' tails!" As the two tailed men, conversed, she slowly stepped around them. Her curiosity got the better of her, however, and soon, just observing wasn't enough.

She reached out and tugged gently on Zidane's tail first, then Wolf's.

The tails did not bother Larsa, though he registered that they should have. He'd been in Paixao long enough to know that the strangest things were possible here, and tails were the least of his worries. They were interesting, nothing like Seeq or Bangaa. Zidane and Wolf looked like normal Humes, instead of a completely different species.

The young emperor couldn't help but chuckle as Lottie tugged on both men's tails. "I do not believe they are able to remove their tails at will, Lady Lottie," he commented with a smile as he picked up something else that was light and needed to get inside.

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