[Open] Long Time No See...Old Man?

[fugue_angel]

Characters:Fugue (fugue_angel) and open
Date/Time: All day 05/11
Location: All over! Bazaar, Elevator, Section 4…
Rating: PG
Summary: This is an open log for anyone interested in running into Fugue. Our hero is horrified at the graffiti that is covering his beloved Edensphere and is looking for people to FIX IT AT ONCE. Woe be it to whoever he runs into.

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Bazaar area near his restaurant

[hisbutler_bound]

Black was having a rather normal day and on the end of his work shift, he headed out as usual. That was until he found himself stopped beside his beloved restaurant. Painted on the side was rather neon orange letters.

"Eat at Joe's," the demon sounded out. Strange he didn't recognize Joe's for that matters or was even aware there was a Joe to begin with. Black himself was dressed in his usual black from head to toe in a casual style, including his gloves. He lacked the usual butler style.

For someone trying to remain average, Black knew he was there when he got in range. His presence was familiar and his crimson eyes turned on him, "Good afternoon."

[fugue_angel]

The man standing under the bright orange letters was familiar but it look Fugue a few seconds before context clicked. "Ah hello there." This was one of his Greeters. Derrick? No. Not that dim witted fellow Charger. Gum was a girl..

"Black." Ah that was it. Pleased with himself for recovering so smoothly, Fugue adjusted his course so he could stop and chat.

"Good afternoon yourself. Have you been well?" He hoped that was polite enough considering Fugue was rather out of touch with everyone on his staff. It couldn't be helped though, not after his long winter illness...

"This place is quite the mess. It's maddening."

[hisbutler_bound]

His brow lifted faintly at the casual conversation and he gave a slight sigh at the mess he would have to clean up. He was more irritated at the fact that this might be one of those small irritations that would come off on its own even if he scrubbed long into the night.

"As well as I can be, Mister Fugue." With that, he smiled somewhat overly polite, "Your reservation for a free meal at my restaurant has not yet expired nor will it, incase you were wondering." His tone was calm, trying not to frighten him off again.

"Yes, unfortunately. Most rude to deface such property."

[fugue_angel]

More memories swirled into Fugue's head the longer he stopped to chat with Black. He remembered..ah yes. There was a reason this man looked so familiar. He had been his greeter. Why he'd forgotten that? Then again, ever since he took ill last winter his memory hadn't been the greatest. Things kept swirling away from him...

...But there was no reason to dwell on that now! He remembered Black perfectly. He had--

--A reservation at a restaurant. RIGHT. "Ah yes," he smiled nervously. "That had slipped my mind. My apologizes. That really is something I should take you up on, yes?" Although he wasn't sure if he wanted to keep Black's company. He was a very unnerving individual--that much he remembered.

"I agree! The nerve of some people. Not only is it an eyesore, it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever." And was possibly a code. From the Exile.

[hisbutler_bound]

The man had always been strange even before he was approached to become a Greeter. What was most amusing was how he had heard rumors of him only greeting females for more perverse natures. Still, he was something and someone of interest.

Which is why Black was persistant, "Yes, Mister Fugue. I can gareentee you'd enjoy it." He didn't know Fugue's taste but was sure he could match it.

Fingers curled to his chin and he absently stroked it, "I pride myself in taking note of who comes and leaves from Edensphere," even if that meant stalking everyone and everything for newborns and names, "And I don't believe anyone is named Joe."

[fugue_angel]

Right. "What is your house specialty?" He had very simple tastes but then again he could be daring once and a while, right?

Knowing everyone who came in and out of Edensphere? That seemed like quite the effort. "I'm afraid I don't recall any "Joes"...not even the former owner perhaps? Besides I don't think it's supposed to be meaningful. It's either a code or it's just random gibberish of a group of mad men."

[hisbutler_bound]

Another smile from Black as he was trying to stay polite in such an irritating situation, "That would be any one of our pastas." Sinful food with heavy cream and sure to fill the stomach to plumpness if over done.

Black couldn't say he knew everyone but at least almost everyone. He had to be sure that when and if his master arrived again he would be ready. "No, that was not his name either unless he gave me a false one. Unless it is someone's true name." He blinked, "A code?"

[fugue_angel]

Pasta? Well that sounded rather good honestly. "Do you do 'to go' orders?" He really was busy today.

"True name? Ah yes, one's first name. I see." That thought hadn't even occurred to him. In fact... "Do you think that many people know their original names?" He wasn't aware that many people had learned so much about their pasts.

"Yes a code. The graffiti isn't entirely random, I am certain. There are mostly phrases, and not artfully done. They are made to be read and puzzled over--perhaps to some devious end!" Like rebellion! Disorder. Whatever it is the Exile did.

[hisbutler_bound]

This is where his brow lowered slightly, "Not usually but I suppose I can make an exception." Black didn't generally trust many so half of his rational brain was telling him that he might simply throw it away upon leaving.

"I know of only a few people that know their first time and not many that know their full." So perhaps to no one the "code" made no sense.

His finger lifted to the giant troll face painted on the nearest sign next to his restaurant, "And those?"

[fugue_angel]

"That would be lovely, thank you." Fugue wouldn't throw it away! He'd try it first. There was something he found comforting in take out food anyways. Eating out of cardboard containers, in his own home. It was nice because then you didn't have to worry about your meal being ruined by randomness or rude people.

"Ah so I see. Do you know? Oh if you don't mind me asking of course." Perhaps that was something private. Fugue had no clue what his real name was but he never stopped to wonder about it. He just guessed that it would come to him if when he was ready. He wasn't interested in the past, not when the present was frightening enough most of the time.

Oh the mask face. "There are people who are calling them 'Troll Faces'." That sounded right to him for some reason. "I honestly have no idea what that means though. There are a great many of them though. Perhaps they are a signature of sorts?"

[hisbutler_bound]

Still, he didn't trust the notion but he supposed he could this once let it go. It was others like Stoneface and the more serious of questionable people that could truely irk him into watching their every move. He would find it strange if he knew what Fugue was thinking.

"No, I don't know, but someone else does. I've always wanted to find out on my own somehow but I'm starting to think at this point that it is a wasted idea. Given the changes I'm sure you've noticed in the Hatchery." The less cocoons was the less of a chance his master would ever arrive.

"Troll face? But it looks nothing like the trolls I've seen in books." Or perhaps this was another one of those strange human expressions where words that made no sense to use were used. Black would never understand such a concept. "I suppose those people would be the ones to ask."

[fugue_angel]

"A wasted idea?" Fugue didn't understand that part. "...Have you noticed something off about the Hatchery as well?" Then it wasn't his imagination. For some reason he felt his gut clench. "A blank space where there was a cocoon previously, having failed to regenerate the night before." What did this mean?

"It's probably HIS work." He ground his teeth in frustration. "The Exile! Mark my words, Black. We will figure out what is going on."

[hisbutler_bound]

"Yes, I thought I may find it out on my own, but seeing as it looks like cocoons aren't growing back, I may as well ask." His eyes fell on the other man, "Yes, either the tree is in trouble or it's merely going through a phase and they'll start to regenerate again. But, if the tree is in trouble, then mostly likely we are. Especially if one of us dies."

He looked away again at the troll face, lifting a brow, "Perhaps we will find out sooner than later." He found while annoying it wasn't that big of a concern.

[fugue_angel]

Something wrong with the Tree? "NO!" He blanched when he realized he had shouted. He cleared his throat and tried again. "No nothing is wrong with the Tree. It is healthy, isn't it? The branches and everything look the same as always. It must be a phase. Yes. That's it, simply a phase." He did NOT want to hear anything different.

"I am sure it is nothing." Fugue stared at the troll face as well. He had a strong urge to black it out, or wipe it from existence.

[hisbutler_bound]

He blinked faintly at his sudden outburst, fingers flexing as the knives against his sleeves nearly slipped into ready, but he was calm and unarmed, soothing his inner nerves. The last few weeks he was on edge and ready for anything, "Yes, I've noticed no other chance other than the usual pranks"

He would most likely try to scrub it off later, "Perhaps." He wasn't convinced. He wasn't trusting. The tree had taken much from him already.

[fugue_angel]

He was obvious to the dangerous man next to him, lost in his own mind. "See? No other change means no other problems. You need not worry so much." Right? He wasn't worried. It didn't even bear a second thought.

"I suppose I should get going," he apologized to Black. "Was there something--ah! The lunch. Could I get something to go?" Because at this rate he was never going to get out of the Bazaar.