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faterecanted) wrote2012-07-09 01:44 pm
faterecanted) wrote2012-07-09 01:44 pm
[action] A glorious return
[It's probably a peaceful enough day, as Luceti goes. Maybe people are out looking through the shops. Maybe they're strolling through the plaza. Maybe they're sitting on the edge of the fountain, reading a book or having a snack.
Maybe there's a 6'2", 180 lb man in new feather pants being dropped into the fountain from a height of, oh, about 3.14 feet.
Wait, what?
Van is falling. That doesn't surprise him, it's exactly what he should be doing; except then he blinks, or thinks he does, and instead of purple and glow, there is blue sky. He has the barest of moments to register confusion over this development, and then he hits the water ass first. Shortly followed by the bottom of the fountain which, for the record, is hard. He's not feeling any better about the day he's had so far, either, now that it also includes being doused and viciously spanked by an inanimate object.
He may need a few moments to sort out what just happened to him.
Handily, that's about how long it takes for his regular clothes and journal to follow after, and land in the general vicinity of on his head and also his ruined pride. In case he needed a reminder that his boots are really heavy.]
What? [What else can a man possibly say in a situation like this?]
[Somewhat later, after he has recovered from his terrible butthurt, better remembered where this even is, and maybe picked up a change of clothes that isn't soggy, he will squelch over to his house. Oh, house 47, he barely knew you. He hopes it's still his house, because if it isn't someone's getting a terrible surprise when he barges on in through the front door and leaves puddles all the way to the laundry and shower.]
Maybe there's a 6'2", 180 lb man in new feather pants being dropped into the fountain from a height of, oh, about 3.14 feet.
Wait, what?
Van is falling. That doesn't surprise him, it's exactly what he should be doing; except then he blinks, or thinks he does, and instead of purple and glow, there is blue sky. He has the barest of moments to register confusion over this development, and then he hits the water ass first. Shortly followed by the bottom of the fountain which, for the record, is hard. He's not feeling any better about the day he's had so far, either, now that it also includes being doused and viciously spanked by an inanimate object.
He may need a few moments to sort out what just happened to him.
Handily, that's about how long it takes for his regular clothes and journal to follow after, and land in the general vicinity of on his head and also his ruined pride. In case he needed a reminder that his boots are really heavy.]
What? [What else can a man possibly say in a situation like this?]
[Somewhat later, after he has recovered from his terrible butthurt, better remembered where this even is, and maybe picked up a change of clothes that isn't soggy, he will squelch over to his house. Oh, house 47, he barely knew you. He hopes it's still his house, because if it isn't someone's getting a terrible surprise when he barges on in through the front door and leaves puddles all the way to the laundry and shower.]
[action]
It is quite another to realize, as you're leaning together with a girl in a rather awkward position, soaked through with said water, that the 'object' is in fact a person.... a very wet, very drenched person, and someone who had gone home months previously at that.
The icing on the cake though, was that this was Van- Tear's brother, who had already told him to keep away from her. That stare alone told him what Van though of this.
.......Could this timing get possibly more awkward?
He rights himself, supporting Tear as well as he does so, smiling awkwardly.]
....Van.
[action]
Of all the things. Whatever reaction was best appropriate for having glanced at your brother, Tear was going to have none of it as she outright turns away from them both in what could only be annoyance to hide her sheer embarrassment, speaking through gritted teeth.]
Vandesdelca, I doubt that this is how you wished to present yourself but if you would please be quick about remedying it?
[action]
If, however, Frey does not turn around, he will have the opportunity to catch a slightly embarrassed but mostly exasperated big brother glare at Tear's turned back, which almost certainly translates as, "You do realize I used to help you bathe, I hope."
Well, that or, "I do believe you just drove me to suicide, dear sister of mine."]
Perhaps you could get me a change of clothes, Mystearica? Mine are currently unwearable.
[And then he and Frey can have a little chat while catching up to her.]
Re: [action]
This was an outing between friends, and while he had not broken his word to Van, he had no illusions about what Van might be thinking. He would probably think the same, in Van's place.]
Perhaps it might be for the best if we all relocate indoors.
[So you can stop flashing the population of the village and he doesn't have to get publicly embarrassed by whatever retribution Van chose to take out on him.]
[action]
You're right Frey, that would be best. We can search for something a little more suitable if it is absolutely necessary. [Thank goodness for generous hemlines nevertheless.]