Luceti Appointment Post

[goldenglasses]

Post here for one on one interactions you'd like to have with Vash that may be to small for a separate post or log!  Just list the date this is suppose to take place on and if it's Voice - Action - Written - anything else!

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[March 21] Voice
[May 8] Action

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[Action: April 17]

[wise_maiden]

[After the last couple of days, Raine finally has an opportunity to check in on the shop again. Currently she's looking over a list as she checks each of the plants, making sure that they're all labeled properly and getting the right kind of care. Thankfully nothing seems too out of order, though she does have to make an adjustment here and there.]

[Action: April 17]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash comes into the shop a bit later, with a pot in his hand and a confused look on his face. Although he lights up when he sees that Raine is in.]

Raine! Look at this strange flower I found at the item shop today! Do you know what it is?

[He holds the plant up. The plant in question? It's a venus fly trap.]

[Action: April 17]

[wise_maiden]

Ah, hello Vash. Hm? [She smiles when she looks up from her note pad at him, then steps closer to take a better look at it.] Let me see now... I don't believe we've kept that plant in here before, but I've seen a picture in one of the books I have. Lets find a place to set it down so we can find out what kind of care it needs.

Jan. 23 [Action]

[coolportaljumper]

[Donuts were on the menu that afternoon, like Yugo had promised Vash after accidentally making him sick. He'd need to remember later that ice skating + portals = no good for the future--both of the learned that the hard way.

For now, though, they were warmed up and in the kitchen. Yugo himself was standing on a stool and covered in flour as he pulled the dough out of the pot of hot oil. He was all smiles at a job well accomplished. Vash, however, may notice something is a little different about them.

It only takes a moment for Yugo to cover them with confectioner's sugar, and he sets them on the table before Vash with the ease and skill of a waiter.]

These look good? [smile. smile.]

Jan. 23 [Action]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, they do. But... they don't exactly look like donuts.

Jan. 23 [Action]

[coolportaljumper]

Huh? But these are donuts! [His world is a magicky medieval France--thus, French-style cuisine!]

[action | June 14]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia hasn't said much about the latest Malnosso fiasco. She hasn't needed to, right up until Horatio posted his entry, leaving Amelia with a hard choice to make.

So she does something she wouldn't normally do. She waits until Vash is by himself in his room, then knocks on the door.]

Vash? Do you have a minute?

[action | June 14]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is laying on his back, stretched on his bed. The Malnosso's latest broadcast playing over in his head. Yet, he looks and sounds fairly casual when he hears the knock on the door.

He shuts his journal and moves it onto the nightstand next to the bed as he lets out a: yup to who was knocking to let them know he was in.

Amelia, huh?]

Of course Amelia-chan! I always have a minute for you!

Re: [action | June 14]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia opened the door when he called out, then made sure to shut it once she was inside the room. Of course Vash looks like nothing is wrong, because he almost always looks that way. Amelia's learned by now that she really can't expect anything else, so she walks over to the bed, and holds out her own journal, which is open to the announcement that prompted her to come in the first place.]

I'm supposed to be on that trip. [Going away from the village, right in the middle of whatever the Malnosso have planned. Amelia puts a hand on her hip, looking off to the side as she waits for Vash to understand.]

[Action | July 30, 2012]

[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

[He may be tiny, but he's still a Plant! Normally he's not one to show off the benefits being a Plant gives him - no wait, he has no problem with it! More so in moments like this.

Jumping up onto the counter like it was nothing!] I guarantee nothing until Wolfwood DESTROYS THOSE PICTURES!

[thedicearecast]

[...Really guys?]

Well I guarantee that if you break coffee pot, I'll make you both regret it. Now get off the counter.

[Because seriously Vash, ew. People make food there. And coffee, which Amelia is doing now.]

[August 2-6] Action

[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Continue from this thread.)

Hey! I can understand some of that! I haven't forgotten all the stuff I learned growing up. [Some he felt was just not as important as others, but he still remembered them. He always had a good memory.

With how warm the house was and how good whatever it was for dinner smelt, some part of him missed this easy way of living. He just knew it wasn't for him. He just felt better working with his hands and was too soft to really run a company. Vash was just happier laughing it up with some friends at the bar then he was sitting in a big house. He hated how empty they could sometimes feel.]

Thanks again, for letting me stay for dinner. [Manners! Something he sometimes could remember that he learned. When he felt like it at least.]

[misterbrief]

I don't want to hear about how I turned you away later. Don't get used to it. [He walks into the dining room, finding himself a seat and not bothering to offer one to Vash.]

Now tell me, what got into your head that made you decide to go on strike anyway? I simply don't see why you're risking your own health to try to fight something that's completely out of your power to do anything about. None of you fools are even certain you can win this thing. [He's making assumptions, of course.]

[August 2-6] Action

[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Continued from here!)

[Vash smiles dreamily.] Yeah, I am. She's kinda shy, but she's super nice. [Not at all shy about talking about his new girlfriend to his ex. They both had moved on after all.] She even works at the orphanage. She's great with kids and animals. I'm actually going to take her out to the zoo on Sunday.

[August 2-6] Action

[therewerefifty]

Oh? She sounds like a saint. Is she good in bed?

[NO SHAME.

Really, she's just sassing you because she can.]

[August 2-6] Action

[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

[Even if she was looking closely it would be hard to find a missed spot. Vash is working very hard to not miss the tiniest spot to be sure he impresses the girl next to him.

Yet at some point during his scrubbing he lifts a hand covered in fluffy suds up to his mouth and blows carefully so they float their way over towards Fluttershy.]

[August 2-6] Action

[momisgrounded]

[She's focusing on her own work very intently - it's kind of her thing - so she doesn't notice the bubbles at first. By the time she does, they're close enough to touch on her nose with a gentle pop. For a moment, she's both surprised and startled... and then she giggles.]

Vash...!

[December 11: THE PRANKENING]

[complicatedliar]

[Under cover of night and using invisibility, Loki happens by Vash's place, and why not. Using magic to make things stealthy as necessary, he rearranges the furniture in all of the rooms, putting quite a bit of it in the paths most commonly used to move between rooms.

Then, thoughtful man that he is, he leaves a pan of cold water by Vash's bedside, ready to be stepped in as the man gets out of bed.]

[December 11: THE PRANKENING]

[goldenglasses]

[At first when Loki enters, Vash awakens. You don't live as the planet's number one outlaw for over twenty years without being quick to awaken. A quick peer around the room he sees nothing.

He yawns, rubbing his hair through his messy blond hair before shuffling back to bed.] Vash, Vash, Vash- you worry too much. [Yet he checks his door is locked before heading back to sleep. Although it will be a bit restless as Loki moves about.

Some days. Vash really hates magic. He'll hate it even more when he wakes up.]

[Action - March 8th]

[enchantressofore]

[Seven long days of silence have passed since that night on the lake... Seven long days of being unable to say a thing beyond a simple greeting without so much as a word about what had happened between them. It's still a bit much for her to take, confused by her own actions and by the feelings they have wrought. What compelled her to act as she had? Why had she said those things to Vash, and... Why had she felt that way in the first place?

More red-faced than usual, Adela can't help sighing as she tries to keep her head clear enough to approach Vash's room. She's cold, and distinctly uncomfortable, but it isn't something she can ignore any longer. If he's there she'll talk to him, but if he isn't she'll wait there for his return. Regardless, her hand rises to knock on the door, eyes rising to where she assumes his will be when he answers.]

Vash? It is I, Adela.

[Action - March 8th]

[goldenglasses]

[Since learning he was sharing the floor with another Vash had cleaned his apartment slightly. Keeping most of the empty and unopened beer cans and bottle hidden away.

He hears her footsteps out in the shared kitchen. He had been listening for them for the past seven days. Making sure to not visit the kitchen when Adela was there to give her some space and time. Then the steps stop outside his door. He lowers his glass of whiskey from his mouth and waits to see if she'll knock.

The whiskey already in his stomach doesn't help the sinking feeling he gets when the knock comes. He sighs and down the rest before answering with a happy tone to his voice.] Coming! [He hides the nearly empty bottle and glass in the drawer of the end table he keeps near the couch.

He stands and opens the door. Placing a smile on his face right before it opens.] Adela, how are you doing? Is there something I can help you with?

[If Adela was to look inside Vash's apartment she wouldn't see too much. A small couch with a night stand beside it, a coffee table in front of that, a comfortable arm chair, the window sill full of different colored flowers, but the most notable item would be the large cross standing up in the corner of the room. Wrapped up in clothes and belts.]

July 3rd, very, very late at night (when Vash is sleeping)

[misterbrief]

[Thankfully, Vegeta grew up in a world with bountiful amounts of technology. It's tonight that he makes his way to the Ice Building, a rather large bag with him. If Vash thinks it's okay to bother him, then he's got this coming as far as Vegeta is concerned.

The window is open, as he floats up to the 4th floor. Looking inside, he sees the large cross left by Wolfwood, wondering why the man would have such an item. He slips through the window, and starts his work. It wouldn't take him long. This was an easy gig compared to jerry rigging the gravity room back at home and overclocking it by 150 more gravitational points. In fact, any idiot could probably do this.

One by one, he places speakers he'd picked up from the item shop earlier that day. They're set all around the living room, hooked into multiple splitters. Silently, he makes sure to float, not walk, into Vash's room, setting speakers inside there as well.

The bedroom and the living room have become a mess of wires and splitters that he's set up to hook into a CD player. Sitting on the couch, he crosses his legs, puts in earplugs, and turns the music on at full blast out of no less than fifty loud speakers set around Vash's apartment.

He will probably wake up the whole complex.]

WHOOPS

[enchantressofore]

What in the world!?

[ Her voice squeaks a bit from down the hall as the music booms, flying out of her bed and racing out of her room in the summer dress. No, it's not quite as loud for her, but she can still feel the vibrations of it through the walls! It's with her sword in hand that she approaches...

Only to stop and do a double take at Vegeta. Adela blinks hard before rubbing at her eyes, clearly still startled and addled from being woken so suddenly. ]

Your highness...?

[November 26th] Action

[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

Well, to be honest? I'm not really sure. They've only changed about-- no, they've always been like this now I suppose-- but I've only experienced the change for a little more than a week now.

But I-- [He hesitates. Not really sure this is the way he wanted to bring the subject up. He knew it was going to have to be brought up eventually.] I think, maybe it is.

[Another small pause as he moves closer towards the racks of clothes. Trying to look like he was just trying to find Wolfwood's clothes and not blatantly trying to not look his friend in the eye.] Before the change? They wouldn't even let me see Noah when you were all sent home. Just said that he was with a foster family safe from experiments. [The words are getting slightly more rushed as he speaks. Yet, he's trying to keep a casual tone.] And now apparently there are no more forced experiments and they've given him back.

[While he's been trying to keep his tone light and casual he finally turns his face back to Wolfwood. Despite what his voice was saying there was no hiding the shame from his eyes. He had lost the most important person in any world to them all.

Seeing the two of them standing there; son in father's arms. It felt so good and yet hurt all at the same time.] I'm so sorry, Wolfwood, but I haven't had Noah this whole time.

[November 26th] Action

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood swallows hard, and for a moment that is all he can do. He had considered this possibility - he's too nervous and trained to do that very thing, to consider as many angles as he could (though he always seemed to miss one, always seemed to miss a key option, some missing link). He bites his lip, looks at the floor and bounces Noah once to get a better grip on him. The boy's tired, leaning more and more toward him as he rubs a hand over the child's back.]

... You did what you could.

I know you wouldn't have let it happen if you had a choice.

[Not like this, anyway. Wolfwood can see his friend doing a lot of shit he's unhappy with, sometimes; ever since his stay in Luceti once before, he's tried to be a better person, but even he has limits to his mercy, his optimism. That said...]

Trying is the important part.

... He... seems okay. We just need to keep an eye on him now, make sure he's alright.

That's what you can do now.