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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 8:53 am
Who: Wit (Sephiros), Diego & San (Grafficha)
When: Around Lunchtime
Where: A lovely little park of indeterminate location
Weather: Pleasantly Mild
Everytime that Dweian bought Wit something, he often found himself instantaneously regretting it. Having declined Wit's pleas for a puppy, a sandbox in the living room, a bear-skin rug and a Katyusha rocket , he had been forced to give in to his employer's pleading for SOMETHING by which to entertain himself. Knowing well just how very childish Wit could be at times, Dweian had instead, bought the puppy-eyed blond a pedometer. Not exactly what Wit had asked for, but it had approximately the same effect.
Sick of the other's constant walking/jogging/gallivanting about the house with the pedometer clicking incessantly, he booted the younger man out onto the front doorstep with the order to take that infernal clicking someplace else.
Wit, unfazed by Dweian's disgruntlement, went instead to the park, where he discovered that there was a whole club of people with pedometers, and they seemed just as entertained by the clicking sound as was he...well, all right, so they were only interested in the walking part. At first, he found these people particularly delightful, but they did not possess the immortal's stamina, and when they tired, he did not, and still rather enamored of his 'clickety-box', he went trotting around the park on his own.
Finally, however, he found that he too, had limits, and wound up collapsing on a bench, the pedometer raised half-heartedly above his head where he tilted it from side to side, the clicks themselves now seeming almost as weary as the person causing them. Off somewhere, Wit could almost hear Dweian cursing his bright ideas.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 9:31 am
A lovely day it was, and after Diego had finished his early-morning duties and returned home to have lunch with his partner, San had practically begged him to take a breath of fresh air and no he wasn't hungry he'd eaten breakfast late and oh pleeaaase?
Hard to resist that, especially if he came up with cunning the plan of taking along some sandwiches and a drink incase they needed to refill their energy later.
So here they were, the tall carpenter and his shorter redhead protégé. They hadn't been here very long yet, but with this many people enjoying themselves, it wasn't hard to find something to do. Dee'd brought one of San's favourite bouncy balls, trying hard not to see the parallels between the excitable young man and an eager puppy when he started playing catch with him.
At least his throwing aim was good, or this would have really looked like he was playing fetch-the-ball with an adult male. Already they'd managed to clear quite a large area of grass field aside the walking paths as their territory. San's laughter made sure nobody crossed their projectile's path unawarely, and most swerved around. A few rare sports ducked under the whizzing ball for fun, only contributing to the gunner's delight.
Diego kept backing off further and further, and his pleas to stop throwing so far back were met with a little 'sorry', but also rebuked with the complaint is was more fun that way. Come on Dee, give me a challenge here!
"Ola, come on Deeee, a far one this time!" he called over, waving his arms expansively as if that'd make his words more audible. He jumped up with a burst of energy and a victorious cry when the response he got was a quirky grin and a defeated nod. Woohoo!
Diego stepped back a little, adjusted his eyepatch with a short tug, blinked. He supposed San had never realised this game wasn't all that easy when you lack depth perception. Alright then...
He brought his arm behind his head, then thrust the ball forwards, right as he felt his footing shift on something. He could already tell this one would go way out of bounds as soon as he saw the ball fly, then winced when he saw San would actually try to catch this one. Oh-oh.
Indeed his buddy was fileld with the intention of catching it, and his warm brown eyes glinted with a grim glee when it turned out to become an actual challenge. He followed the trajectory, and dashed backwards, sideways, not losing track of the prize for a moment.
He stepped off the lawn, moved over the walkway swiftly -a young woman dodged aside before she smacked into him- and then with quite some speed shunted into a bench, almost squishing the one resting on it with all his weight. His momentum was great enough to pretty much hurl him over it before he ended up sitting on the man's lap though, and with a little yelp he flopped into the bushes behind it.
"Yay!" a leafy muffled cry of joy He'd caught the blasted thing, too.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 10:55 am
Having been nearly in a half-awake sort of state after his vigorous exercise, Wit was hardly prepared to have someone go bouncing over his bench, much less to half-land atop him and fly over. Wit was used to strange things, but in all honesty he was far more used to causing them than to have them happen to him, and really, as he had been paying next to no attention, he had no reasonable explanation for what had just happened.
Yelping, he dropped the fascinating little device that he'd been playing with in his startlement, sitting up abruptly to peer over the bench and into the deep, dark, terribly leafy clutches of the bushes into which his energetic attacker had disappeared. "Hulloes?" Quite distracted from his earlier obsession, strange green eyes stared at the San, bemused, but now most definitely interested. The other had caught his attention, and once garnered, it was not a thing easily lost.
"What is youses to be doing?" It was a petulant sort of demand, the query accompanied by a pronounced pout, with looked both slightly odd and a mite adorable, even on a grown man. Wit was perfectly capable of behaving like an adult, but a significant portion of the time he was not remotely in the mindset to do so, and he liked it that way.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:06 am
Not one to hide in the brushwork for long, unless he was trying to catch a glimpse of something that most likely wouldn't appear if he tramped around visibly, San'd raffed himself to struggle up. He very nearly bonked his head into that of the man who'd almost become his chair, but froze in time, staring right into his.
"Oh... err." Gawk. His left eye gave an almost comical twitch. That patch of scar-tissue left his cheek rather prone to random bursts of contractions, especially in periods of stress.
".. Y.. Youses? Oh, meses be doing.. umm. Ball?" he awkwardly raised his right hand, holding the precious item up to show. That odd manner of speech he'd tried to mimic without thinking about it. It DID sound funny.
"I caught it." Blink. It was hard not to stare at this man, and he already had trouble with his 'manners' as it was. His mouth opened slightly, he just gazed back, taking note of that pretty green, it reminded him of Diego's bad eye. Oh, Dee, yeah, they'd been playing, and then... Whoops. Yeah, he did recall feeling something squishy.
"Did I... hurt you?" eep, he'd hate it if he'd harmed the man. He visibly cringed, bit his lip when he asked.
By now Diego had come running over, but he halted a distance away. He wasn't San's nanny, and hey, maybe for once this DIDN'T mean trouble.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:56 pm
Staring at the other for a moment more, the blond-haired man then chortled in glee as the other mimicked his speech patterns. Well well, that was a new one. It had been a very long while since someone had done that in a way that wasn't outright mockery, and once the game of catch was explained in a roundabout sort of way, then the blond couldn't help but be amused rather than angry, not that he would have been to begin with, in this frame of mind very little angered the vampiric fae.
"Caught it you dids!" He congratulated, fingers curling over the top of the bench as he pushed himself further up to get a better look at this new acquaintance. "Wit is not to be being hurt, only startleds, was the Wit. Wit Fluteriousllae is whom this one is to be being, who be youses?" A strange method of introduction, true, but not at all peculiar for Wit, who went about life as though the world were one big playground.
Somehow, somewhere, this one reminded him in a very small portion of himself, and the cringing was a no, definite no, he was rather sad, in fact, that the other should be scared of him. Such nonsense should be dismissed immediately! Hey! Maybe they could be friends!
...Dweian was going to have a fit.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 5:04 pm
If he'd known San from before, he might've recognised that wince as something other than fear. More a beginning self-blame, that now faded away when he understood he hadn't hurt the man. At the praise he had to suppress a squeaky exclamation of joy, even.
San looked at him, with a widening smile, nodding at his words whenever he menaged to translate another fragment and get the gist of it. By the time Wit was done talking, he looked like he was about to start jumping up and down from contained glee.
"Ah, I'm glad." he grinned relievedly. "So.. youses is.. Wit..Err... I'm San. The no-luck holy cat." he smiled broadly, then dodged aside a little and lightly vaulted over the back of the bench, out of the bushes. A well-trained healthy young man he was, much snappier than he looked. "Or kitten, depending on who you ask." he chuckled then, briefly glancing at Diego as he plopped down on the bench. Dee had taken to letting this enfold, standing aside loosely.
"San Felis, if youses getst the pun." he grinned again, showing his lickle fangs happily, and plucked a leaf from his feather-topped hat.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 5:19 pm
Wit, however, had no previous acquaintance with this fellow, but that was definitely changing, and fast. Already he was interested, as San seemed a highly entertaining fellow...different...and different in Wit's book was such a very very good thing. Wit had written a chapter on different, after all.
Scooting to turn around on the bench and sit next to the other, he grinned quite happily back at San, flashing his own fangs. "Kitten? San is a kitten, but San Felis." He giggled softly, as he comprehended far more than he let on. "Wit is not a cat, but he is to be doing floating and making of fires." His grin widening, becoming, despite his words, much resembling of the cheshire cat who had inspired his socks. "But Dwee-Dwee does not let Wit maketh the fireses oftens." A pout at that.
Cat-eyes flicking over to Diego, he inclined his head in that particular person's direction. "Is to be being friend of San?" Feeling suddenly conspicuous without his hat, which he had set beside him on the ground, it suddenly rose, seemingly of its own accord, to perch atop the blond's head. There, ever so much better.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 5:33 pm
San listened, nodding along, enthralled and happy to not have been met with an indignantly chiding or angrily shouting person. Already his earlier mishap was fading from his mind.
"Youse has to.. float and make fire but Dweedledee's not letting Wit?" already he was losing focus and twisting up that weird mimic. The extra effort that went into trying to comprehend the other was screwing with his capacity at the moment. "But you likes making flame?"
Diego'd been listening with a keen eye, and nodded when the man voiced his assumption.
"Yes, Diego's San's friend, partner." the gunner nodded as well, looking at the lean carpenter with a fond smile for a moment. The next event was enough to distract him entirely though. Wide gleaming eyes, utterly enchanted o-shaped mouth, a true picture of miracle.
".... do that again." he pleaded breathlessly, looking at Wit, up at the hat, back at his face. Ooooooooh. 8O
Diego'd taken on an intrigued, amused smile, raising an eyebrow under the bangs that partially obscured his eyepatch. Hmmm. Indeed even more than you'd think, and he surely wasn't a very inconspicuous person. He liked seeing San in such high spirits, and this way it was interesting to himself too, not that the small joys of life were lost on the man already.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 6:01 pm
Wit had to say he was rather impressed, there was someone about with a shorter attention span than his own. That bemused him also, how very entertaining, not that he faulted the other for it, oh no, for very few things did Wit fault anyone, and the attention span of a puppy was certainly not one of them. "Summat likes that, yesly." He bobbled his head in response, before tilting it to one side, the hat miraculously staying on his head for the entire motion.
Waving in a friendly fashion to Diego, he gave the other a wide smile. "Hello, San's partner!" He greeted cheerily. One friend, two friend, it was all good with him. It was one of the reasons that he steadfastly maintained this mindset...everyone was a friend, and the world irritated him considerably less.
At San's obvious enthrallment, Wit could not help but show off. With a rather delighted wiggle, the hat lifted off of his head again, and then, a neat little orb of flame appeared beneath it, as though the hat had taken residence atop a flaming head. Now, he was careful, as the top hat was only resistant to so much heat, after all, but Wit's control was far finer than someone of his apparent mental capacity should be. A small crack in the facade that he'd built about him to protect his strange version of sanity. "Like thiiiiis?" He purred, quite obviously pleased with himself. Huzzah, Dweian was not about to tell him no!
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 6:16 pm
Diego flicked a loose, relaxed wave back and smiled at him. Yo there, I see you're having a nice chat with my buddy eh. It wasn't very hard to start seeing uncanny parallels between San and this Wit-person.
San nearly bounced off the bench in delight when Wit complied to his request and gawked, slack-jawed with awe. When the man added the floating fire, he regained some of his composure though, and his demeanour shifted a little. No longer quite so childishly he looked now, instead observational, even a little cautious.
"Yesss, like that..." he said quietly, with a pleased near-slither.
He was no imbecile either, and he heavily suspected that what Wit was showing him was not at all an easy feat. For one thing this seemed like the real deal, and not some cheap sleight of hand or illusion. He raised his hand and brought a knuckle to his chin, keenly observing, and nodding with calm appreciation. It was almost as if he was a grand artist appraising another's work.
"That's quite amazing, señor Wit." he smiled, much calmer now.
Diego caught onto it even faster. No matter what the deal was exactly, an accurate control over the flame or a completely heat-resitant hat, it was no small matter. Even if it looked horribly, horribly amusing. He knew better than to judge people on first impressions, even if his initial hunches weren't often very wrong. Maybe he just took the time to observe before actually forming his 'first' conscious image of a person.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 4:47 pm
Wit bobbed his head again, and the fire winked out, the hat then floating to rest atop his head again, significantly warmer this time. Wiggling slightly, he smiled faintly, leaning just a bit to one side for no particular reason, one cheshire-sock adorned leg dangling over the edge of the bench. "Is to be being so, isn't it? Dwee gets upsetlike with this one when the Wit makes fire. Is to be being sad." He had, of course, noticed the slight change in demeanor, and was hoping that he hadn't managed to be off-putting...that happened sometimes, that happened a lot, actually. "This one is careful, really..." It was softly earnest in a childlike sort of way, and he placed both hands before him on the bench, leaning in towards San as though the other were some sort of confidante. "Is to be being ok, yes?"
Gaze flicking towards Diego now, he wrinkled his nose. "Youses can be to coming over as well-like!" He invited cheerfully, "Third friend is the charm, is to be being!" Not quite how the saying went, but Wit was never one to conform to the conventional, he made his own way through life and turn of phrase and just about everything else.
The more rational part of Wit liked these two as well, and as such, he rather wondered if he could befriend them, invite them over for tea, that sort of thing. San seemed very much like himself, at least...in one way, and the blond halfbreed tended to naturally side with such individuals. Though he had his doubts about the situation, he continued to beam cheerfully at the both of them. They hadn't hurt him yet, and thus they were friends.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:15 pm
How oddly endearing. Again, San nodded along to what he was saying, slower than before but still showing he was paying attention, and quite keenly so.
Yes, fire's not a plaything. He'd have been offended if Wit treated it like any other toy when it was an inherently harmful matter, as the patch on his cheek proved. It was good to know he was careful -for other people's sakes as well as his own, as San wouldn't like him hurting himself. When the Fae so playful-conspirationally angled over, he gave him an appreciative calm smile.
"Ah, it's to be being ok, ya." he answered him. "Careful's goodsly, this cat wouldn't want anyone to catch the flame." he almost cooed it. And then, with a seamless transition, up went one eyebrow, his mind straying off on a tanjent.
"... can you play catch with flames?" blink. He looked down at the ball still in his hand, a bit doubtful, then shrugged it off when Wit moved the conversation on. He followed his look and smiled again, like a pleased kitten.
Diego had been listening with friendly interest, and laughed softly when the blonde man turned his attention to him.
"If you say so." he smiled brightly -these two seemed to do that a lot don't they- and crossed the last distance with a loose stride. Noticing the bench was a bit on the short end and both others had managed to divide almost equally over the length, he briefly glanced around, then sat down on the path before them. Plop, on the floor, crossing his legs. The joys of regularly wearing half-worn gear, he wasn't afraid of getting his pants a bit dirty. He was still a bit dusty from his morning job as it was. Plumbing in a rawbuild, with nothing to cover the base floor yet, oho. The kind of surface you could sweep with a broom a dozen times and still collect buckets of dirt with each new round.
So there he was now, leaning back comfortably and looking up at those two. Those two, hmm... when exactly had they become that now? Somewhere between ten minutes ago and now, he supposed.
"Charmed indeed, Wit, was it?" he taxed him with his one visible eye, his gaze open and friendly.
San briefly screwed his eyes shut in concentration, then nodded in Wit's stead. Yes, YES; that was his name. It'd been slipping from his mind already. His last name escaped him utterly.
"I'm Diego Trissan, nice to meet you." he introduced himself properly. "My apologies for that rimshot there, it wasn't my intention of having my partner barge into you like that. Maybe another way would have been preferrable." he couldn't help chuckling. In retrospect, seeing the redhead keel over the bench like that had been quite amusing. At least they weren't hurt, apart from rattled pride, maybe. Neither seemed the type to worry much though.
San grinned as well, suddenly realising just how silly this all was. Ah, but he'd met Wit now, so it at least had ONE good facet to it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:44 am
Wit was well aware just how potent a weapon fire was. He himself had, however, never had anything but a pleasant relationship with the warm, flickery stuff. He had tried to understand some people's innate fear of fire, but he simply...could not understand their point of view, so fine was his connection with flame that it would not hurt him, he could not logically conceive of it.
"Alrighty then!" He trilled in glee, "And this one will not to be being setting anyone afire, that twould be most bad, yes yesly." It was said with an almost somber tone, lower lip sticking out in a pout. However, one could almost see the blond's ears perking at the next question. He had tried that, actually. "Wit can play catchlike with it, but no one elses should to be trying, is badses and much ouch."
Once again with a smile for San's friend, he slowly lowered his head in a nod. Green eyes peering out from beneath flaxen lashes, "Charmeded indeedlies~" He purred, "Helloes, Diego-dearie-dee, youses and San-kitty are much welcome, so says the Wit." Indeed, he'd have to invite them for tea, so that Diego and Dweian might converse and conspire, and Wit could show San his paintball maze! Clasping his hands and rocking back in childish glee, he beamed at the both of them. "Wit is to be like-a-thing his new friendses, yes yesly." Reaching out, he poked San's ball, "Is to be being all right, the Wit is glad for sillynessness, it is to be bringing this one much fun over the years...strange happenstance is not always to be being so strange."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:15 am
Ah, the fire deal was already long settled in San's mind. Fun, but treat with a well-deserved amount of caution. At the notion of the other actually playing with it he giggled. Of course other people couldn't play along. "Can't do magickses." snort, what a laugh.
The San-kitty and the Deedledeedee had him in another fit of chuckles. So nice to be in high spirits, sharing that with another no less.
When the conversation moved onto Wit calling them his friends, he pretty much overflowed with bliss. When he couldn't decide wether to start flailing in happiness now or flop over and bring out the white flag -I give up, I like you, let's go do stuff and hang out and have fun- he resorted to looking kittenish-pleased and wibbled.
Oh, the ball eh. He looked down, quirked another giddy smile. Oh hi there, ball. Thanks a lot eh.
"Usually odd things that happen aren't appreciated muchly, but I agreeeeee." he tooted. "Is much awesomes meeting you here Wit." <3
Diego was watching either in turn, not quite as uncontrolledly gleeful but definitely in a pleasant mood. What a surprise indeed... He'd almost stopped believing in miracles.
"It's good to be friends, yes." aaah, finally a romantic can dream a little. Sometimes things just were that simple. You like me, I like you, let's be buddies eh.
"And life would be incredibly dull without a stir every now and then." grin.
Then something else caught his eye, and he leaned aside, stretched out and plucked the item off the ground. "I take it this is yours, Wit?" he held out the pedometer to him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 9:03 am
"Aw, no magickses? Very sad." He pulled another pouting face, "Magickses," he informed matter of factly, "Are to be being quite fun." For a moment, Wit rose into the air, and then slowly rotated, floating upside-down, hat still firmly upon his head, to smile at the other, only to continue rotating, and end right-side-up again, plopping down back on the wood of the bench, grinning like a fool. It had been a grand while since he'd had a chance to show off, and though it tired him, he could afford to do it every so often.
Chuckling in a pleased fashion, he reached over and tugged at a lock of the other's hair, "Yes yes yesly!" He crowed, "Is to have been best day of this one's month at least!" It wasn't very often that he met someone he was so instantaneously fond of. It had already come to the point where if someone hurt his 'kitty-friend' he would likely make that person very very miserable.
When Diego spied his pedometer, however, green eyes lit up like otherworldly lanterns, and he gave an entirely undignified squeal of glee, reaching out to snatch it from the other's offering fingers. "This one dropped it!" He seemed utterly disgusted with himself for doing so too, "Was to be being a pressie from Dwee..." A pause, as he tilted it to one side, "It clicks, you see." He informed very seriously.
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