[Van is having a rough time of it today. First he woke up to find that there had been some alterations while he was sleeping. What should be normal human ears have been replaced by cat ears. Big, fuzzy cat ears, which are apparently highly mobile. They're currently spending most of their time pinned back against his skull in displeasure
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What she does see is...well.
Yeah.]
Uh.
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The look on her face is enough to remind him that he is, for reasons yet to be sufficiently explained, wandering around the village with cat. ears. Which droop slightly at this realization. But he is sure (for some reason) that if he just finds the one person that he must help, he will be able to relax for the rest of ever and pretend this never happened. So he will soldier on, and peak slyly around her to the lock she was fiddling with.]
Lose something?
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Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah. I lost my...keys. [Ahem.] Think you can help me get inside? It's really important I get my treasu--I mean, stuff from here real quick!
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But frankly, he doesn't care about the possessions of others at the moment. If breaking into someone's house is going to be the act that finally frees him from this idiocy, he is going to do it. He'd like to resist on principle, he really would; but the overwhelming awareness of the compulsion is enough to make him sick. He thought he was finally free of this...]
Yes, I see. If you will just get me a small knife, I will fix this thing for you. [He... already has a sword. And is totally big enough to just. Kick the door down. But he is supposed to ask for something. He's pretty sure that's how this is supposed to work. For some reason.]
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...Can't you just...y'know...kick it down or something? I don't think the peopl--I-I mean, I wouldn't mind at all! Someone said these things fix themselves, right? So, go ahead and show that door who's boss!
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Here y'go! [Handing the knife over, handle end first.] You know, you're not half bad for an old man! Who are you, anyway? I haven't seen you around before, and I gotta know the name of my humble servant, right?
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[And with the practiced ease of someone who... appears to have done this many times before, he slips the blade of the knife between the door and the jamb, gives the door a little tug and the blade a little jerk, and with a bit of pressure applied by a carefully placed boot, the door swings open like magic.
But he probably just forgets his keys a lot. That's definitely it.]
After you.
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Whoa! VanVan, that was awesome! Thanks a whole bunch, you helped me a lot! I wish Teach was more like you! Who knew old men could actually be useful when you need them? [A-At least she's honest...] Think you can do me one teensy little favor again, huh? Pretty please~?
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My skills are at your command. [...What he was trying to say was more along the lines of 'Sorry, urgent business elsewhere, good luck with your thievery,' but that's close enough, right?]
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Think you can carry this for me after I, uh...gather up a few things? It's getting pretty heavy, y'know? And I'm just a poor, frail, delicate, young maiden...
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