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redjacketthief) wrote2012-10-03 02:04 pm
redjacketthief) wrote2012-10-03 02:04 pm
11th Turn [Written/Action]
Luceti.
Two things:
1. Whoever it was that found my work shop, return the pieces that you stole before the end of the day. I’ll be in the Barracks. If you fail to comply, I will find you.
It won’t be pretty.
2. What do the rest of you think about the last Shift? Was it good or bad? How did the loss of memory affect you? Do you think it left any long-term impact for yourself, your friends, and the rest of your stay in this village?
-Also. Prism Black. You deserve to be commended for your heroism. Never forget that.
Filtered to Trafalgar Law: Unhackable
I have a problem and I’d like a second opinion on it. It’s not big, but it could become complicated.
-I’d promise coffee, but I have an unrelated problem with getting it. I’ll be in the barracks.
[True to his word, Lupin will be in the barracks all day. His encounter with Spock on Monday, combined with his activities from earlier in the week had finally caught up to him. Fatigue was inevitable. He had spent the better part of the last few days asleep, never very far from his new charge. The veritable plague of crows that had been set upon him by an angered god was an unnecessary incentive. He kept the windows shut, locked away the gnawing need for a cigarette that bit at the back of his mind, and tried to ignore the judgement he saw reflected in the eyes of his avian watchmen—but he would have stayed close to the barracks regardless of their looming (and aggravating) presence.
While the days spent between dreams and fleeting considerations over recent affairs had rejuvenated him, it didn't stop the inherent restlessness that was his constant foe—the core problem that would never entirely leave. The people who knew him would be able to identify the briskness of his step and the cool control with which he held every action and every word. He was distracted by a new project , one that was completely foreign to him, and was unwilling to divulge details until the proper time came.
The thief had returned to work, but nothing was as it seemed.]
((ooc: Thread with Spock is chronologically last.))
Two things:
1. Whoever it was that found my work shop, return the pieces that you stole before the end of the day. I’ll be in the Barracks. If you fail to comply, I will find you.
It won’t be pretty.
2. What do the rest of you think about the last Shift? Was it good or bad? How did the loss of memory affect you? Do you think it left any long-term impact for yourself, your friends, and the rest of your stay in this village?
-Also. Prism Black. You deserve to be commended for your heroism. Never forget that.
Filtered to Trafalgar Law: Unhackable
I have a problem and I’d like a second opinion on it. It’s not big, but it could become complicated.
-I’d promise coffee, but I have an unrelated problem with getting it. I’ll be in the barracks.
[True to his word, Lupin will be in the barracks all day. His encounter with Spock on Monday, combined with his activities from earlier in the week had finally caught up to him. Fatigue was inevitable. He had spent the better part of the last few days asleep, never very far from his new charge. The veritable plague of crows that had been set upon him by an angered god was an unnecessary incentive. He kept the windows shut, locked away the gnawing need for a cigarette that bit at the back of his mind, and tried to ignore the judgement he saw reflected in the eyes of his avian watchmen—but he would have stayed close to the barracks regardless of their looming (and aggravating) presence.
While the days spent between dreams and fleeting considerations over recent affairs had rejuvenated him, it didn't stop the inherent restlessness that was his constant foe—the core problem that would never entirely leave. The people who knew him would be able to identify the briskness of his step and the cool control with which he held every action and every word. He was distracted by a new project , one that was completely foreign to him, and was unwilling to divulge details until the proper time came.
The thief had returned to work, but nothing was as it seemed.]
((ooc: Thread with Spock is chronologically last.))
[Written] [Filtered: Unhackable]
I wish it was that easy -- to 'stop thinking'. Never was for me. Never will be.
[Because in the two days since what had happened, she'd been doing nothing but thinking:]
[About Lupin, about the Shift, about whether or not she'd ever find someone that would share that closeness with her of their own free will.]
[All of it seemed impossible.]
[Written] [Filtered: Unhackable]
[The quick pace of his thought pattern, leaping from one concern to the next, was coupled with the restlessness that was his constant enemy. None of the deep breathing exercises or meditation practices that he tried was enough to weave the sharp staccato of his ideas into a coherent melody.
He had done nothing but think as well--about Syre, about Spock, about Fujiko, about the rest of his friends and how this Shift may have mended or broken some bridges. Lupin wanted that closeness as well, but his own thoughts spiraled to wondering if it would ever be possible with Fujiko. He wanted something that lacked complications for once, so he could actually relax.
Barring that, he wanted to see if he could keep the strange connections that he had made during the Shift. Damage had been done to all sides, but that didn't mean it was impossible to break through that and learn to like each other for who they were.]
it helps me because it tires me. do you want to come to the barracks and give it a try?
[Written] [Filtered: Unhackable]
Is there anything in particular I should bring? My sword, perhaps?
[Written] [Filtered: Unhackable]
Just avoid the birds.
[Written] [Filtered: Unhackable] -> [Action]
...never mind. I won't ask.
I'll see you shortly.
[A span of roughly twenty minutes passes -- most of it spent getting ready -- before she finally reaches the Barracks, very much wary of the murder of crows claiming every inch of free space overhead.]
[With a sigh, she enters slowly, almost warily, her gaze focused more on her feet than it is on anything in front of her.]
[Action]
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[She waves in return, though she is silent.]
[Action]
have you slept at all?
[Action]
[A brief, humorless laugh rises from her, a cynic smile on her face.]
I speak from experience.
[Action]
Another note was written and passed off as he stood.]
I do too. That's why, when the nights get too long and my thoughts won't stop, I like to kick one of these until I can't anymore.
[Action]
...now that it comes to mind: why are there so many crows outside?
[Action]
[But he stood and motioned for her to follow. There were smaller studios in the back, and he suspected that she would want some privacy. Lupin discreetly led her past where the sleeping Vulcan lie and silently prayed that she wouldn't get curious. That was another mess, courtesy of the Shift. Both situations were complicated.]
[Action]
[Her eyes dart to Spock's general direction, but she is otherwise silent.]
[That can be discussed when her brain HASN'T been running for two days straight.]
[Action]
Lupin flicked the light on. It was a bare room with no decorations, only a wooden floor and a series of mirrors on the far wall. He and Smoker liked to use it on the occasions when Lupin's own restlessness had gotten the better of him. The open space was excellent for practicing forms--or other acrobatics.
For the moment he closed the door behind the and waved a hand. Go on, explore.]
[Action]
[Then... interestingly, she removed her socks and shoes, setting them in the corner of the room, as though getting a feel for the floor.]
Hm. ...I'm not really used to something so... simple.
[Action]
He was going to need to explain things to Syre, so she properly understood.]
[Action]
So. Now what?
[Action]
stretch. practice your forms.
[He would join...but that would require an explanation.]
[Action]
[She's a little confused at first, but the realization slowly dawns.]
[She draws her sword, looking at it like a fond companion before settling into a fencing stance; she feels the weight of her sword in her hand, getting used to it again before beginning a series of advances and retreats.]
[Action]
Another note, and he waved his notepad.]
that's impressive. have you practiced for long?
[Action]
[Her lips curl into a faint smile, and she laughs dryly.]
...for roughly 20 years. [She leaps back, parrying an imagined strike before lunging forward again.] About as long as I've been an alchemist.
[Action]
Two decades spent training with a sword...and alchemy. Care to explain?]
[Action]
Curious, I imagine.
[She sheathes her rapier, taking a moment to simply practice her footwork as she begins.]
I was sent to my nation's most acclaimed academy for alchemy and the arts of battle at the age of 13.
At the age of 17, I returned home to find my village overrun by raiders. Shortly after that, the Ecliptian-Lunian War began, and I found myself thrust into battle on a near constant basis.
I began as a lowly field medic. But, through the luck of the Gods and my own skill, I outlived my superiors and most of my peers.
A few years ago [-- she pirouettes backward at that moment, landing on the ball of her left foot --] I had command of the very brigade in which I had enlisted.
...for the record... [She laughs, drawing her sword with a flourish.] I'm 35 now.
[Action]
Lupin scratched out a note with the first thought that came to mine.]
I'm 36.
[It wasn't that he didn't care; the problem was inherently communication. He wanted to know more, but he didn't want to pressure her anymore than he had to.]
[Action]
[She sets her rapier up against the wall and, very abruptly, sits down.]
So. Ask away.
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