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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)
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[Sanji has little need for the battle dome or the clothing shop, but he will pass Van on his way to work, in the streets. In most cases the chef wouldn't spare any man a glance, their luck for not being the sex Sanji fawns over. Today, however, his eyes do stray - just a flick, but if Van is paying attention, it'll be clear from the assessing look-over that this sharply dressed man knows of Van's newness despite his attire being something besides the New Feather garment.]
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Excuse me? [It's far from rebuking in tone. It's as genial as if he's apologizing for bumping into him, in fact; although there is that certain inflection that marks a person who is important, and knows it well.]
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You're new, I take it?
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Yeah. Can't be more than 400. Maybe. [He has to run a few numbers in his head, but a second after he gives a decisive nod] Around that or less. If you're used to bigger shitty pastures, you might have some adjusting to do.
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If it's the Malnosso, sneering at the common enemy is habit. [He shifts his footing, rolls a cigarette between his fingers in thought] If it's someone inside Luceti... sometimes it boils down to how many friends a person has, or how morally corrupt the act was.
[And then he shrugs] There's no formal government here, meaning anyone who poses a problem'll be poking the beehive. And a number of us don't stop stinging until the problem's solved.
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There've been attempts to organize, I'd assume.
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You'd think so, but surprising how nearly everyone abides by it. [It's what happens when you have a bunch of hero types in one place]
... [A humored snort] If by "attempt" you mean talks, then sure. And we've got some groups charged with keeping an eye on the village during strenuous times.
[Flatly] They're pretty damn useless.
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[... And since they have managed to talk consistently for five minutes, might as well ask for a name]
And you are?
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Don't know if you're the type to cook or not, but drop by Seventh Heaven for a bite to eat, if you're interested. It's the only formal restaurant in town.