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mayfield_rpg2012-06-07 02:44 pm
encored) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-07 02:44 pm
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ACTION;
A) [In the morning, Charles can be found living up to his actual age, being an old man and setting up a chessboard in the park!Someone save him before he starts feeding pigeons and wearing sweater vests. He doesn't seem to have a partner to play with. Not until you walk by, that is, at which point he smiles and gestures to the other side of the table.]
Why don't you take a seat? Let's have a match. [SUSPICIOUS... No, he's just that bored and in a rare social mood.]
B) [Or maybe you catch him a little later on, after he's packed away his chess set and is out walking his, uh... Horace. The giant beast actually seems pretty tame, all things considered, only stopping to sniff moving things (like you, whoops!) and occasionally making gross growling noises and drooling on the ground. So majestic.
For the unfortunate citizens, these two losers can also be found in much less docile situations - Charles trying to shoo his droolbeast away from a drone it's attempting to gnaw on, or perhaps Horace lolloping down the road with a few geese in its mouth.]
PHONE;
[And carrying on with the trend of being utterly unruffled by everything that happened over the weekend, Charles will pick up his phone in the early evening with a question for the masses.]
I'd like to know your opinion on concerts. Proper orchestral performances, I mean. Who here enjoys them? If something with that sort of music happened to be available in the city, would you attend? [His little fancy cultured self is starting to feel more deprived than usual okay... Having at least one other star performer now, all that's left is to gauge the interest of a potential audience.]
A) [In the morning, Charles can be found living up to his actual age, being an old man and setting up a chessboard in the park!
Why don't you take a seat? Let's have a match. [SUSPICIOUS... No, he's just that bored and in a rare social mood.]
B) [Or maybe you catch him a little later on, after he's packed away his chess set and is out walking his, uh... Horace. The giant beast actually seems pretty tame, all things considered, only stopping to sniff moving things (like you, whoops!) and occasionally making gross growling noises and drooling on the ground. So majestic.
For the unfortunate citizens, these two losers can also be found in much less docile situations - Charles trying to shoo his droolbeast away from a drone it's attempting to gnaw on, or perhaps Horace lolloping down the road with a few geese in its mouth.]
PHONE;
[And carrying on with the trend of being utterly unruffled by everything that happened over the weekend, Charles will pick up his phone in the early evening with a question for the masses.]
I'd like to know your opinion on concerts. Proper orchestral performances, I mean. Who here enjoys them? If something with that sort of music happened to be available in the city, would you attend? [His little fancy cultured self is starting to feel more deprived than usual okay... Having at least one other star performer now, all that's left is to gauge the interest of a potential audience.]
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No he's gonna be left there for at least an hour, if not two. Any good at tracking the passing of time without a watch/by looking at the sun and the shade it casts, Charles? Because for that long, he won't be seeing much of anything up there other than maybe birds flying by the area.]
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but at least he will be relatively subdued by the time his time-out is over! he doesn't bother keeping track of the hours passing since being lost in thought can do that to a person, and he stopped with the external focus after about a half-hour since one of his primary fears was majorly assuaged by then.
just gonna hang out with the birds then, they are the truest of true bros...
SURE IS BRIGHT AND SUNNY UP HERE.....]
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why can't you be more like the sun charles :( why...
No but really, at least he's calmed down now... in appearance, if nothing else.
Ciel herself is not going to show up, however.
He will suddenly hear the sound of something like broken glass behind him, and if he was looking at the Key when it happens, the blade would've taken on a soft blue glow before shattering and disappearing completely into thin air. The handle falls onto the roof with a soft 'thud' and stays there, immobile. It IS an inanimate object.
And with that, he's free.
What now?]
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GOSH FINALLY time-outs are grueling. after a few testing steps away from the spot he was pinned, he'll move over first to the handle and prod at it with his toe where it lays on the ground. not taking any chances with picking it up just in case.
but once he's sure that it isn't about to leap back up or anything bizarre like that, he'll quietly descend from the roof and start heading back home at a pace that isn't rushed, but isn't exactly at ease either. no reason to stay outside now that his mood has been utterly ruined gosh!! he is kind of hoping that maybe he got lucky and horace had been traded in for something nice, like more crates of his vintage wine, or maybe a big pile of the candy Van used to keep on hand...]
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The moment he touches it, the handle...
Loses its shape, and reverts back into a page of some book. Gonna peer over for a closer look, or just leave it be/watch it as a sudden gust of wind comes over and blows it off the roof anyhow?
BUT YES coming back to the point
He'll come home to not being alone. ...Whether he might tell or not, there's something going on in the backyard. Even without being familiar with magic, he may be able to pick out that there's something unusual in the air. Quiet though, but the fence gate door thing leading there is slightly open - he didn't leave it like that when he first set out, did he?
The house feels normal otherwise, looking quiet from the outside as he remembers.
and no charles candy van isn't good for kids...]no subject
but yes he will in fact look at it a little more closely! from a safe distance of course never trusting anything ever again.
and that does immediately cause some suspicion since he's pretty good about closing the fence door behind himself whenever he walks into or leaves the backyard... his first thought is WOW I GOT SOME HORRIBLE REGAIN MAYBE I GOT LIKE TEN HORACES. his second thought is dammit someone I pissed off is finally here to try and kill me. his third thought is that it might just be some lost civilian/pet or - gasp! - maybe one of the people in his own house.
but he'll stop just inside of the gate to strain his hearing, seeing if he can pick up any noises that indicates he'll be getting a face full of punch if he decides to amble back, just in case.
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so is your second one really WHO WOULD COME TO YOUR HOUSE, LEAVE YOUR BACKYARD GATE DOOR OPEN, JUST TO KILL YOU. THAT SOUNDS HORRIBLY INEFFICIENT.
why is #3 the only one remotely normal...
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There's some faint rustling of grass/plants, but that's all he'll be able to hear. Nothing jumped him in the face so far, though. Proceed?
accounts for why he's grown up to be such a stable child, huh...]no subject
but yes after a few seconds of listening to the ambiance of his backyard he will be walking around the side of the house to enter the area.]
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Depends on if he steps into the area first, or catches sight of the whole backyard from an angle first. If it's the former, the air will instantly feel different. Not... threatening per se, but it's a very oppressive sort of pressure. Like being in a locked room, or maybe submerged underwater. Not exactly invoking a sense of claustrophobia, more akin to being held down inside a small and limited area. ...And yes, the feel would instantly vanish if he steps back out, it seems to only be enveloping the area of his backyard.
If it's the latter, he'll see...
Ciel's back to him, standing a few steps away from Horace. ...Who's just laying there on its stomach, not exactly cowering, but looking pretty - or rather, remarkably meek and subdued. The atmosphere is... sobering, overall. Again, nothing dangerous, but it's definitely not a comfortable one anyone would want to stay in for too long.]
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oh, well, that is a feeling he's somewhat familiar with... he's going to do the awkward shuffle for a moment stepping into and out of the backyard to see what the deal is. after deciding that yes, yes his backyard is indeed the source of the oppressive atmosphere, he'll RISK LIFE AND LIMB to see what's causing it
or just mosey on back there... he's actually kind of disappointed when he sees horace still there being horace-y because he'd spent two hours getting over a loss that hadn't even happened yet and working himself up for a new regain. gosh, disappointing!! but then he's busy being distracted by the fact that there is a D-67 chiropteran - known for their mindless nature, lack of flight response and perpetual, single-minded aggression - lying subdued. it's definitely enough to bring him to a halt.]
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no the sad truth is she went to ask the postman and was denied the request. NOT WITHOUT CONSENT, HE SAID. There was nothing she could do, so after that, she came back and spent the rest of the time conditioning a dumb mouse.
...in ways charles will probably be best off without ever finding out about...
And the end result is Horace staring into space with its jet black eyes looking even more mindless than usual! Except this brand of mindless isn't stupid-drooling-big-oaf mindless, but more like empty-no-one-is-really-home mindless...
She glances back as he steps in, blankly watching over his expression of surprise with a neutral glance.]
Welcome back, Charles. You look surprised.
[as if she wasn't the one who waltzed into the general grounds of his house and did god knows what to his pet... totally innocent here, yep!]
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that doesn't mean he won't ask at some point, of course. IT'S PRETTY WEIRD seeing that kind of look on a creature that's so horrendously dumb. he wasn't even aware it was capable of being spooked into that kind of state...
but he will quietly pick his way past Ciel without so much as acknowledging he'd been spoken to since he is in pissy brat mode, albeit a little toned down since being stuck on a roof did manage to give him time to cool his temper to a simmer... gonna gingerly prod at Horace a few times with his boot toe and only after that will he face her again.]
I don't want this anymore. Return it to the post office as you said you would. [said with all the great disdain of a child who had grown tired of a toy...
in reality he's a tiny bit relieved Horace is still here, but he just feels like being difficult now!!]
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It's a bit too late for that. It won't be able to leave this backyard for the... [Let her chinhand and think about this...] Next two weeks, or so? Unless you think it can somehow be manually picked up and taken there, like be carried on a truck.
[Haha yeah that's what she's wondering. What she's just said is half a truth and half a lie though... She definitely did something to restrain Horace, but there's really no date limitation set to it. Two weeks... She made that up, but he doesn't know that, shhh...]
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but two weeks two weeks. he quickly buries the surprise and marginal concern over what kind of horrific thing Ciel did in favor of adopting an irritated expression.]
You've made things more difficult for me, after all. I told you not to do that and you had to be pig-headed as per usual, getting absolutely nothing of value accomplished and wasting my time in the process. Now you're telling me I'll have to carry this beast myself if I don't want its bloated corpse ruining the ambiance of my yard for the next two weeks? [because he sure as hell isn't going to bring it food...]
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You forgot the whole point of why this started in the first place, Charles. [tilting her head and looking nonchalant as always... it's like her default expression when dealing with him nowadays...] You can't control it and you absolutely refuse to go to the Post Office on your own, out of suspicion, fear, cowardice, or what have we. So naturally, I had to come up with another way to restrain it. ...Ah, it comes back to life if it dies too, right? So it won't be going anywhere even if you let it starve. What's the problem, in that case?
[ciel don't ask that sort of question with such a straight face.......]
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The problem is that I don't want it any longer, so you've cluttered up my yard with something useless when you said you would rid me of it. Now I'll have to go out of my way to make a trip to deal with it and it's a terrible waste of a day that might have otherwise been perfectly pleasant.
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I can come with you. You just have to be around for it. Don't you know? It's like making a return at the supermarket. You need proof of purchase, and given that it's yours, only you have the original receipt and credit card information that the clerk would accept. Other people can't do that in your place, makes sense? [get on with the program charles!]
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It does indeed make sense, but I'll be taking the trip on my own, as I fear your accompaniment would make the day even worse instead of better. Seeing your face is about the last thing I want. In fact, could you please remove yourself from my yard?
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but she has her own motives to usher him back in too, so hopefully he does take the advice!! Let's ignore the fact that her suggesting it actually rises the odds that he'll resist, but hey, dem are the breaks.]
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I'll return to my house once you've left the confines of my yard and promise not to return today. >small>[...] Or to hassle my mouse for the duration of its stay, however long or short it may be.
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[it's also going to smell suspiciously sweet soon since the kitchen window is open. Can you put 1+1 together, Charles? She went there.
But she's also not going to wait for him to yell more stuff at her, lol, so with a final small smile, she leaves his backyard and disappears from his sight.]
i can html......
That's... [no come back he hasn't even started yelling stuff yet... ALL THIS PENT UP ANGER. he just kind of stands in his backyard staring after her even when she's out of sight, debating whether or not he's more astounded or irritated over her particular brand of tomfoolery.
ANYWAY there goes the oven timer whoops time flies when you're busy being shocked at someone's audacity. gonna give Horace another quick glance and leave him out there to suffer without a second thought... like the nice pet owner he is... and make a beeline for the kitchen instead. WHAT HAS SHE LEFT HIM... not that it will matter much anyway since he's too self-righteously irate to accept anything from her!!]
all of us really no lie...
WELL CHASING HER WOULD BE A BIGGER WASTE OF TIME he already knows she ninja batmans around like nobody's business. Even if he stepped back out into the main street, he wouldn't catch sight of her, so congratulations for not making THAT dumb move!
To her credit his kitchen is... spotless... Dishes are done and etc, even wiped dry and put back to where they belong! The place shows signs of recent use, but everything's neat and orderly nevertheless.
And of course
it smells pretty good.........
In the oven sits a freshly baked caramel apple crumb pie!! ...Oh yeah sorry about the apples - and did you even had a pie crust and some of the ingredients for this?!? ...Then again it's entirely possible Ciel swung by the grocery store before invading his house, it's not like she doesn't know where the shop keeps its baked goods as well as every nook and cranny of the church!!
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would charles really throw it away, it's... fresh...]
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