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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:53 am
Sorting out the mess in his apartment was no smaller task than sorting out his office had been. In fact, it was a much greater task, if only because Rohan Dalry didn't quite spend as much time in there as he did in his office in Crystal Academy. As such, he was prone to...gathering what others deemed to be hoards of useless scraps of paper and books; they piled in multiple stacks around the room, here and there, and some of the piles were almost as tall as he was.
The fact he was expecting company was what had prompted him to try and sort out the chaos in the room. He figured that using the living room as a conference place would be the best idea, or so he'd thought when he'd issued the invitation forward onto Serandite and Kremersite through email (The idea that he'd been chatting with them via a computer was no less astounding than it sounded in his head, for some reason).
Alas, there was simply too much, well, 'crap' to really dispose of it (not that he'd EVER ponder throwing out his precious books), so the most he was able to do was to push piles out of the living room, and in a span of an hour, the room was mostly habitable. Standing the middle of it, he eyed the small table, sofa and old, dated TV set before nodding to himself.
Now all he had to do was wait.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 1:43 am
It was quite the shame that Serandite couldn't teleport to Rohan's apartment. But probably a smart thing-- considering Serandite's lack of expertise over teleportation so far. Four times our of five, she tended to land on her rear end rather than the standing position she would have preferred.
Just after Rohan had finished cleaning, Serah was knocking on his door. When he opened it, he would see a bright crystal academy girl in casual attire, waving at him with innocent eagerness.
"Scandalous. Don't you think so, teach?" Serah said mischeviously, clapping her hands together. (Not that anything would happen but it was nice to make conversation. Strange conversation.) She looked up at Rohan's tall figure before assuring him. "Don't actually worry. Nobody saw me coming here. If that's what you're worried about!" Serah didn't want him to take the joke seriously-- he might have.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 5:48 am
Oh precious, precious timing. No sooner had he finished getting the living room into some resemblance of order (hardly though, hardly) did he hear the first knocks on his door. Opening it revealed the apparently ever cheerful Serah, "I'm starting to you girls have some sort of gene that makes them perpetually happy," he murmured, though it was loud enough for the girl to hear.
That said, hid head lifted to look down the hallway of the apartment block, in an attempt to see if no one had indeed followed his Captain (Mind, this was still a strange word he was trying to come to terms with - the girl was sixteen years old, for crying out loud, and he felt more like he should have been appointed as her bodyguard than her underling). The hallway remain as deserted as usual and Rohan closed the door behind Serah, "Not so scandalous," he told her, "We're not that far apart in age. People keep forgetting that - it's strange." not that he was considering anything, but sadly, his attempts at joking fell.... sourly short of scoring.
He was trying to learn, really, but unfortunately for the world around him, he was failing, "You didn't happen to find Kremersite on the way here, did you? I don't even know how he ... or she looks like," no sooner had he said that, that knocks came at his door; this time they were a bit louder, and Rohan frowned as he pulled the door open, prepared to scowl at the offender. As the door was yanked open it revealed a green haired young man that was considerably shorter than Rohan. So much so that the sight was probably mildly comedic, "Did you just kick at my door?"
"My hands were occupied," was the green haired man's answer as he strolled uninvited into Rohan's apartment. His hands were indeed occupied; one held a pocket knife, and the other a piece of wood, which he'd apparently been chipping away at. For whatever reason, "Man, your place is even messier than my room," when he saw Serah, he just offered her a feral, cat like grin, "My name's Creighton, and apparently I'm now at your command. Sorta. This'll be interesting."
As he closed the door again, Rohan decided he was probably NOT going to like 'interesting' at all.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 12:24 pm
"That's because you males are perpetually negative. We look on the bright side of things for you." Serah answered his murmur, giggling at his attempt of joking nevertheless. She patted him on the back (or tried) before making her way into the living room and taking a seat on the chair. She was in the middle of making herself comfortable when Rohan spoke aloud.
"No--" She didn't have time to fully answer his question, Rohan leaving to answer the door. She couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at Rohan's bewildered question, tilting her body towards the door, peeking over the chair to catch a sight of her unknown lieutenant. She was surprised-- not surprised at Creighton but surprised as to how the team selection was made exactly. (Wasn't this guy better off with Obsidian? Or would they kill each other on sight?)
She raised an eye at his "sorta" comment, never having the experience of a rebellious lieutenant under her command before. Or anybody at her commend really.
"It certainly will be interesting. We should go over the plans---If you'll put that knife and wood down. I'm not reporting to Nealite about how my lieutenant stabbed himself in the middle of a meeting. She'll be wondering if I stabbed you." Serah settled into the chair, looking rather small as she curled herself up for this "informal" meeting.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 12:22 pm
Apparently Creighton had caught the way that Serah's brow arched at his remark, because he chose to elaborate further, "Sorta, well... because you know. I might be under your orders, but not at your beck and call; if you want other types of favors, that costs extr-" he was promptly shut up as Rohan smashed one of the cushions that had been laying on the sofa against his face.
"That's enough," he murmured as he walked past them to reach some papers he'd left on the table, "I don't think we're here to talk about that."
The boy grabbed the cushion that had halted him mid-sentence and snorted, "Speak for yourself," a pause followed as he turned his attention to Serah again, and then directed his gaze to the open pocket knife he was still holding in one hand. After a moment, he snorted again, laughter threatening to overtake him before he pulled himself together, "Yeah, no. I don't think my cousin would give much of a damn if I stabbed myself with a knife. Much less if you stabbed me with it. So if it's all good to you, I'll keep it out," that said, he flopped himself on the sofa unceremoniously and began playing with it, grinning at the girl if she dared look his way.
Rohan paused just a moment to regard Creighton, narrowing his eyes as if he were trying to find the family resemblance he might share with Ursula before he shrugged and decided he really didn't care, "Isn't there one more member in our team?"
"I demand a change of team name," came Creighton's interjection; in his defense, he'd actually raised his hand and was waving it around, as if in class, "If you have to use an animal name, man, why not use like, Savage .... tigers or something. Bunnies? Really? That's going to strike fear into the hearts of everyone, I bet."
Rohan decided then and there that the meeting was probably not going to go anywhere.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 1:29 pm
That? Other types of favors? What? Serah was so confused. Obviously, the two men in front of her wouldn't be explaining it to her, brown eyes looking horribly confused. She scratched the side of her head, leaving the argument up to Rohan and Creighton. She did start eyeing that knife in a distinctly annoyed manner, hoping that the lieutenant might actually stab himself with it. STAB. (That didn't happen. Yet.)
"Yes there is. But she's already been informed of our plans and details so we'll contact her later---" She was cut off by Creighton's objection, reluctant eyes landed upon Creighton once more. "-- Objection overruled." She stated, the line with filled with so much emphasis, you could tell she wasn't going to budge on the team name issue. "I figured you would be the only one with objections." (Obviously, she thought Rohan was adult enough to handle the team name. Skye? Well, she was a loyal lieutenant. No problem there.)
She took out her bunny bag, unzipping it, leaving the two men in front of her to wonder what she might have been planning. She took out a tin box. And another tin box. And another one. Just when you thought she might have taken out a fourth box, she simply took out a ticket instead. How it all fit into that seemingly small bag, it was Serah's secret alone. The tin boxes were bigger than her bag, all together. You could clearly see the small bunny bag stacked against them.
"I have no desire to spar you over our team name. I'm also not going to waste time with you going to Nealite about it, not that that method would have worked. So, three boxes of the best sweets around and a ticket to an all-you-can-eat-dessert-buffet." She put it down in front of Creighton, the heavy weight made a loud sound, emphasizing the abnormally large amount of sweets in the containers. She promptly took a seat back on her chair, pulling a lollipop out for herself as fast as a certain lieutenant might bring their blade out, her other hand pulled out another lollipop to offer Rohan.
"Still have objections?"
Obviously, someone had done their research. Somehow. Serah couldn't kill lieutenants after all. (Not that she wanted to.) And sparring over a name? Ridiculous. So how else does one deal with the situation? Bribery. Plain and simple.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 6:03 am
"What? What do you mean overruled? Whatever happened to democracy? I doubt any of your team members want to be associated with the name 'Hunny bunny'. I really don't care if you have some sort of sick fetish with rabbits but I sure as hell don't, and I'm sure the others don't either!" Creighton motioned towards Rohan as he spoke, however, the taller man simply looked at them with an arched brow.
It was apparent that while Rohan didn't particularly like the team name, he'd decided that anything Creighton would come up with was probably much, much worse, and that he was thus, safer taking on Serah's name. That aside, he didn't think a team name really mattered at all, and if it made the captain happy, he really couldn't care less what she picked to go by, "Anyhow," he said, waving off Creighton's words as if they really didn't matter, "Shouldn't we have met all together? It seems to reinforce team work," he wasn't really good at team work, but he was going to give it a shot; if for no other reason than the fact he didn't really have a choice and he'd rather not get killed during a mission by trying to play it solo, "You're not going to make me team up with... that, are you" he motioned briefly towards Creighton.
"Hey! Man, I'm right here! I can hear you!" the knife was still being tossed up in the air and caught, though he paused his playing when Serah brought out her bag, "You really do have a rabbit fetish, don't you?" as the boxes emerged from he bag, the boy tilted his head left and right, obviously curious as to what the girl was doing. When the boxes were revealed to be filled with sweets, he dropped blinked down at them, turned to look back at Serah, and then back at the boxes, "....Hmph, fine, what the ******** ever," that said, he put away the knife, took one box and sat back against the sofa with it, popping sweets into his mouth.
When he was asked if he still had any objections, Creighton glared at Serah, though the effect was pretty easily destroyed by the fact ht was sucking on a lollipop he'd grabbed from his box, "If anyone calls me a Hunny bunny, I swear I'll punch them in the face," apparently, that was his way of saying she could have her way.
Rohan, whom had been watching the whole spectacle develop before him, rolled his eyes, "That's all it took? Some sweets?" well, at least it was handy information to store away for later. He did, however, take the piece of candy that Serah offered him, eying it like it was something horribly strange before letting out a sigh and sticking it into his mouth, looking mildly bored.
"They're quality sweets," came the reply, as if that notion made perfect sense.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 12:52 am
"It's not a rabbit fetish-- it's bunny love." Serah said with decided emphasis, deciding that Creighton probably wasn't capable of distinguishing between the obvious differences. Hello, it was as clear as day. Men. Hmph.
"As for teamwork-- I'm not partnering you up with anyone. I am going to have a team meeting soon, to answer your question. I'd like to see a display of everyone's weapons and best skill points before I put together a strategy for our mission. As for partnering-- whether you partner with Creighton or Sassy, that's up to your skill set, isn't it?" Serah said cheerfully, actually sounding like a captain for once. She took out a folder from her bunny bag, laying out sheets of paper filled with drawings in the middle of the table.
She decided to go through a fast explanation of their mission, leaning forward as she spoke, soft pink curls drifted over her shoulder. "Nealite's given us the guardian cats. Take out the cats, we take out the awakened senshi."
"Here are three guardian cats we currently have intel on." She pointed to each with her lollipop, obviously having put many time and effort into making the drawings. She would have defensively stated that drawings were much better than wordy descriptions. "Here's Ophelia. Gorgeous cat with blond hair that nearly rivals Tisiphone. Zue, the grumpiest and fattest purple cat that guards the zodiacs. Third, Astraea, our infamous bitchiest kitty ever. Never met her personally-- but this is what she's supposed to look like."
To be honest, it was a fairly accurate picture of each guardian cat. One couldn't say that Serah had the best drawing ability but those were some outstandingly cute stick figures.
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 2:13 pm
"Whatever you say," the tone of the words Creighton used seemed to indicate he didn't believe it was 'bunny love' even for a moment, "But where I, and the rest of the world come from, that's called a fetish, love. Sorry to break it to you," of course... he couldn't have left it alone, he just had to push the issue further. Still, at least he no longer looked angry at the idea, and merely looked amused with the situation on a whole. In fact, if anything, it almost seemed like he was trying to deliberately get a rise out of her.
Of course, this from the guy that was sitting back against the sofa while sucking happily on a lollipop he'd found in the box Serah had handed over to him.
Rohan only looked at the boy out the corner of an eye before refocusing his attention back on Serah, "I suppose that would be the smarter move," though he didn't really think it was the weapons that matters so much as the people that handled them - if the instruments and skills worked well together but the people could not cooperate, the whole deal had 'failure' written all over it, as far as he was concerned. Still he wasn't going to push his opinion forth, he figured the girl would figure that out on her own; she probably didn't need someone else being pain by pressuring her, "This means we work like we've been doing up until now, correct? At least till this meeting you're talking about anyhow."
No sooner did the words 'guardian cats' come out of Serah's mouth, that Creighton stiffened visibly, his hand shooting straight up in the air once more, as if he were in class. He waved it around obnoxiously, before he spoke, though unlike last time... he looked decisively uncertain about something or other, "Requesting permission to transfer to another team. I can't do this," he said suddenly, though it was difficult to understand what he might've meant by 'this'. When Rohan shot him a glare, he made a strangely strangled noise; one that seemed almost entirely out of character for how he'd been behaving up until now, "I'm serious; I can't do this. Can't I just go fight some senshi or steal some star seeds? I can't do the cats!"
He paused his tirade to look at the doodles Serah had dished out and wrinkled his nose, "Definitely can't do the cats. Man, you don't want me doing this. Really, can't I transfer to someone else's team?" one that did not involve killing fluffy, talking critters, if possible.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 12:56 pm
She answered Rohan distractedly, still directing an annoyed glance towards Creighton. His provacative comments were working. Quite well. "Yeah. We'll work individually, gathering information when we can until the meeting. I'll be arranging that by tomorrow or so--- what?!"
This wasn't the complaint she was expecting. Serah hadn't even given out badges yet-- and Creighton was already claiming he couldn't work for her team? She gave him a flat glare, his half-assed explanation was simply not good enough for her. She held up one finger, her next words laced with sarcasm and disbelief. Why in the world had she been assigned to a lieutenant who couldn't handle cats on a mission for cats?
"Give me one good reason why you can't "do cats." Unless you've got some tremendous phobia that makes you fall off a cliff and pummeling to your death when you see a cat, I'm pretty sure neither Nealite or I are not approving a transfer." It wasn't as if Serah wanted Creighton in particular to stay on her team. She simply wasn't going to Nealite with a bullshit reason as to why a lieutenant could not handle cats. (She could imagine Obsidian's comments. She really could.)
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 2:50 pm
Apparently, Rohan had decided that it was probably easier to just ignore the green haired boy on his sofa, because he turned to look at Serah once more, "You'll check up on Sassolite then, and contact us with the location and time of said meeting? You know where to find me, and I believe I heard that the other girl also went to Crystal, so both of you can easily find me at my office at almost any time," forget Creighton - he was apparently not worth his time, specially given the way he was behaving.
"Because I can't dispose of cats," he ground out as he aimed a glare at Serah, "I've got.... a problem regarding... animals. Can't I honestly just go back to what I've been doing up till now? I was doing pretty damned well just gathering some star seeds! I can also go battle senshi, but you can't expect me to go battle and murder some cats!" a pause after his tirade, "Did my cousin come up with this plan? Oh, god, ******** my life!" he grumbled slightly and sank into himself, sliding down a bit on the couch and into himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked like he could have turned milk sour, what with the way he was glaring up at Serah from his spot.
Needless to say, Rohan did not understand what the boy was talking about. He had no idea what he meant by 'problem' and all he could do was let out a sigh and roll his eyes in mild irritation. He didn't particularly think going after the cats was a bad idea; in fact, he thought it made perfect sense and was a good idea (so long they planned it right - he was sure the cats could be pretty dangerous too).
After a moment or two of eying the pictures that Serah had drawn out, Rohan motioned to them, "So basically, keep on doing what we've been doing and gather whatever information we can on the felines, correct? Is that pretty much it then?" he wanted the green haired freak out, out, out, damnit.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 1:26 pm
Serah gave Rohan a nod of confirmation, the only signal she could make when Creighton was arguing his case so strongly. She stood up, glaring down at him in mutual dislike. Her thoughts were in unison with Rohan-- Creighton's explanation of his 'problem' made absolutely no sense to her. She had no more appreciation or affection for the green-haired male than he did for her. (Both of them were probably in the negatives at the moment.)
"Bring the starseeds in like you always do. But Creighton, since you have yet to properly explain your problem with cats, I expect you to be there." Serah said firmly, gathering the paper drawings of cat to put back into her bunny bag. The tension between the captain and lieutenant was explosive, Serah was likely to shove a heel into Creighton's face if he gave her another ridiculous reason.
"Yes. Until the next meeting-- Creighton, you don't want Nealite or me on your a**. Be there." It was strange-- the authoritative command coming from a girl who lacked the height and age to wield it. But nevertheless, she did. As she walked herself to the door, she did whistle at the sight of collapsed book piles that stood messily in the other rooms, a pointed look towards Rohan.
How was it possible for his apartment to be worse than his office?
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 1:59 pm
Creighton stared at both his team mates with wild eyes, looking like they'd both asked him to go through Hell and back. Unfortunately for him, he just sat there gaping at them like a fish out of water, apparently unable to explain himself any further than he already had, "I... I... But, HEY!" the later yelp had come when Rohan had bent down to grab him by the arm, dragging him after Serah as she walked her way to the door, "Hey, man, the clothes! THE SWEETS!"
Rohan growled deep in his throat, veered, grabbed the box of sweets that had fallen on the couch and shoved it into Creighton's hand before proceeding to push the boy forward, "You," he growled, "Door, NOW," he turned to look at Serah as she gave him a pointed look, and offered her a suffering one in return, "Not a word, Serah. I didn't have time to sort it out before you came. I like it that way," no sooner did he reach the door, that he opened it and shoved Creighton out, "I'll be on the look out then," he told the Captain as he held the door politely open for her to walk out.
Creighton blinked, his hands still gripping the box of sweets before he frowned, "I really don't like you guys," he hissed, looking much like a cat that had been drenched with water, "And people call me a jerk," a pause as he looked at Serah, "This is going to come back to bite you in the a**, sugar," that said, he turned around and marched his way down the stairs.
"Feeling's mutual," came the murmured reply from Rohan as the green haired left, then he offered Serah a polite nod before closing the door behind him. He hoped the next meeting went more smoothly than this one.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 4:05 pm
Serah couldn't help but giggle over Rohan's rough and blatantly obvious dislike of Creighton, watching as the boy stumbled outwards. She followed Creighton out the door, flashing a smile at Rohan. "Not a word then. I'll leave you to your own messes." She gave Creighton a purposefully innocent glance, even waving to his huffy figure as he marched down the stairs. Considering the lieutenant's personality and refusal to elaborate, Serah didn't consider his problem to be a priority on her list.
"I'll see you later, Rohan!" She said, his face disappearing behind the closed door. Personally, she thought that Rohan's attitude towards Creighton was quite appropriate-- and "sugar?" Where did that come from? Next time he called her that, Serandite was going to demonstrate that her small frame could pack a painful kick to his groin.
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