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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]
Well, it's true I'm from Auldrant. For what it's worth. [He's not going to lie about it, in any case.]
[We just can't understand why Van didn't memorize all the character data for everyone in Luceti as well as the host of one- and two-shot NPCs from his own world. You know, just because they lack three different titles and a six-syllable surname and their sidequests are mostly pointless.]
[Action]
[He's not refusing 'General Van', but he's not ruling out 'you dirty bastard' either. Consider it a gift of generosity... though it isn't as if insults could get under his skin at this point. He's heard them all before.]
I take it you've been doing the housework? [Although the blind man missing would explain a few things around here...]
[Action]
[Either way, for once Ginji's grateful not to be given an opportunity to recite his backstory. As awkward as that would be, there's also a few things he should keep under wraps - for everyone's sake. If he can help it, that is.]
General Van, then. [It's not respect so much as...well, being on a first name basis with this guy seems a little weird.]
Mhm. Mostly cooking, cleaning, and laundry. And some general maintenance. [All the appliances should be working smoothly. He's mostly left the care of the animals to Asch and Arietta. And as for the houseplants? Well, he's not entirely sure what to do with them.]
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not usually left in charge of meals, so they might not be on par with what you're used to.
[Action]
I'll handle the cooking.
[He likes to keep things running smoothly. Also Asch is less pissy when bribed with chicken.]
[Action]
[Ginji hesitates for a moment before old habit wins out and he goes to fetch the remaining groceries. He can't just leave things laying around unfinished; it's an unwritten hangar rule. You just do it. Oh, and there's the floor too. He needs to clean up those puddles so no one will slip...]
Are you sure? I don't mind helping out. [Clearly. He's already putting the rest of it away.]