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faterecanted) wrote2011-09-14 02:53 pm
faterecanted) wrote2011-09-14 02:53 pm
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[It's been a few days since Van arrived, under less than ideal circumstances. During that time, he felt it was probably wisest to remain incommunicado. The easiest way to assure the others from Auldrant that he was doing nothing threatening was to appear to be doing nothing threatening; and he wasn't... strictly speaking. For the most part, all he'd done was study Ms. Sage's guide -- no, memorized it. He'll have to thank her, if they ever meet. She provided him with so much valuable information; including a list of exploitable thugs.
Someone should really do something about that.
But as enlightening as Ms. Sage's writings are, man cannot live on words alone. The supplies he gathered after leaving Asch and Luke's building (...and later returning to it) were starting to run out. He wasn't particularly thrilled with the clothes he'd grabbed, either. He'd rather not wear his Oracle uniform all the time, and the rest were a bit... lacking. He'd like to think he was a striking, well-dressed man; and appearances were so important to a favorable first impression. He'd get to that later in the day. And then the library, perhaps. It was always an advantage to have more information. His first stop, though, was something he could no longer put off: the medical facilities in the battle dome. He'd have to hope he could find what he needed there.
Despite his long list of errands (and the vague concern that he'll run into people he knows and would rather not deal with yet), he'll be perfectly willing to exchange a few words with anyone else out and about. In fact, he'll make sure to at least make eye contact and give a polite nod to every person he sees. The charisma is turned up to 11 today.]
Dist: Something to discuss with you. CH#7. Tonight.
(TL;DR: Meet him in the library, the clothing shops, the battle dome, on the street... And fill this out if you would, plz)
Someone should really do something about that.
But as enlightening as Ms. Sage's writings are, man cannot live on words alone. The supplies he gathered after leaving Asch and Luke's building (...and later returning to it) were starting to run out. He wasn't particularly thrilled with the clothes he'd grabbed, either. He'd rather not wear his Oracle uniform all the time, and the rest were a bit... lacking. He'd like to think he was a striking, well-dressed man; and appearances were so important to a favorable first impression. He'd get to that later in the day. And then the library, perhaps. It was always an advantage to have more information. His first stop, though, was something he could no longer put off: the medical facilities in the battle dome. He'd have to hope he could find what he needed there.
Despite his long list of errands (and the vague concern that he'll run into people he knows and would rather not deal with yet), he'll be perfectly willing to exchange a few words with anyone else out and about. In fact, he'll make sure to at least make eye contact and give a polite nod to every person he sees. The charisma is turned up to 11 today.]
Dist: Something to discuss with you. CH#7. Tonight.
(TL;DR: Meet him in the library, the clothing shops, the battle dome, on the street... And fill this out if you would, plz)
Because I'm horrible, and Giles is kind of a pseudo-uncle to Luke.
And so it's as he's wandering by that Giles sees Van just exiting the Battle Dome. He frowns curiously, despite himself. Here was someone he didn't recognize, and that had been happening a lot, what with getting kidnapped right at the start of the cycle.
Oweing to his civic responsibility towards all New Feathers, Giles offers a hesitant greeting.]
...everything all right?
Nowhere near as horrible as me for apping him
[Van injects a gently disgruntled not into the statement, although in truth he really isn't. He considers this a valuable learning experience in the psychology of free will, and the having thereof. But one would be expected to be unhappy, having been ripped away from their home, and so unhappy is what he will be.]
Shush, you are wonderful.
[Now that he hasn't been entirely snubbed, Giles lets himself actually stand within speaking distance of Van.]
tell that to the redheads
Bah, what do they know
Nothing. They know nothing.
I'd hope you don't know that from experience.
Whereas me? I'm just slow sometimes T_T
Unfortunately well, in, um, in some cases. Th-That's why I don't really make use of the Dome, anymore.
I just came last in the Slowlympics
Wouldn't that mean you came in first X3?
...in my case, though, you're fine.
[he's a great many things, and "soldier" recently became one of them.]
...............d'oh.
Then, he turns his head a bit to glance over his shoulder, back at the dome.]
It's an understandable discomfort. [The tone is light and conversational, enough to sound like neither a statement of pity, nor some personal confession on Van's part.] I'm never entirely at ease around fon machines, myself. Too many bad experiences.
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