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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)
And Dist gloats about it for the next decade.
He chuckles again, and moves away from the wall. They're done now, right? Well, he is, at least.]
Excellent! [He grins, taking a few steps toward the direction of his home.] I'm glad to hear that, truly; I'll look into things when I'm able. Now...if we're finished, I'd like to return home. Good evening, Commandant.
Gloat while you can, Dist. Gloat while you can.
[He lets Dist go, chiefly because he intends to follow at a distance. Asch and Luke neglected to mention where everyone lived. Very remiss of them.
He'd really like to know.]
/DOES.
Shit...shit! He's gone too far now to just correct his path, but he doesn't want him to know about--...rrgh. Damn him to hell, he was better off there to begin with. What can he do...what can he do? Calling Van out, when he may not even be there isn't right. He could keep going, and warn Nephry...but--
Wait. ...Van's sister. A deplorable act, yes, but if Van wants to play that card, so will he. Dist is their enemy, isn't he? Yes. Yes, he was. Tear wasn't--even if she thought...no. No, he's not part of any family.
So. He continues on, all the way home, though his pace is slower, and his posture isn't nearly as confident as before. He reaches House one, opens the door, enters, and glares out into the darkness before he closes and locks the door.]