5th [Action] Post

[floral_powder]

[Action]
[ Polka has been busy, between wandering around at night, during the day, and today brings the results of her wanderings. Or... partial results at least. Because she is carrying with her a small wicker basket with handles, like a picnic basket really. To stay warm, she's wearing a cute red shawl with a hood. She moves with purpose and

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[not_klonoa]

[Presea was inside her and Kratos' house, sweeping over the floor to pick up dust. She needed to keep herself busy, as her usual routine had been broken by coming here. A few wooden sculptures now line the windows. Mostly bears, but there's a bunny and an eagle there, too. She's so very unsuspecting as to her soon-to-be house guest, looking as impassive as ever.]

[Action] - Target Lock +.+

[floral_powder]

[ Cue Jaws theme. After speaking with the people she encountered along the way, the young girl continued with her peace treaty mission. Man and it was starting to rain too, wasn't it? Good thing she had her parasol, but still, maybe she should have waited -- no, when Polka decided on something she tended to just -go-. So while Presea is bustling about like a good little house-zombie, there is a knock at the door. ]

[Action] - Don't make her hit you with the broom, Polka. 8|

[not_klonoa]

[Upon hearing the knock, Presea stops sweeping, looking up suddenly. Guests? They don't normally have guests... Presea moves quietly over to the door, opening it hesitantly. When she sees the girl, she blinks.

Your grandma is in another house.]

...

[Action] - You'll make her drop the cake!

[floral_powder]

[ PFF. Polka may not even have /had/ a Grandmother. But ... uh.. well nevermind. Cue awkward silence, like a Mexican stand off, mano e mano, moe vs moe, and only ONE will be left standing. It's her move. And what a move it is! ]

Um... Hi Presea...

[ Riveting, Really. ]

[Action] - They can bake a new one together! /o/

[not_klonoa]

[Presea opens the door wider, seeing as it's only that girl she met a few days ago. In her usual monotone, she answers quietly.]

Hello, Polka.

[She doesn't sound angry. Or upset or anything of the sort. She is, however, wondering why she came over. Did she want a charm? Presea made a few, and was planning on giving them away, so...]

[Action] - Oh! Well in that case /cakesmash

[floral_powder]

[ Polka smiles hesitantly. Even though Presea seemed to be as emotionless as ever, Polka still felt bad. And oh yeah, she /had/ asked about that charm - she'd completely forgotten. Of course that isn't why she's here. ]

I ...um. I feel really badly about how our conversation went the other day. [ Footscuff, and little Red Polkahood holds up the basket. ] So I made this as an apology.

[Action] - PFF that poor cake. What did it ever do to you? >:

[not_klonoa]

[Presea blinks and takes the basket cautiously, peering inside. Oh, hey, a cake. Mm, that looks really good. Presea wondered if Polka wanted to come in, and stepped aside to allow her to. She had mostly forgotten about last time they talked, honestly. Not a lot of things bothered her for too long.]

...Thank you. Apology is accepted. [Presea liked sweets. Or, at least she remembered she did. She wasn't crazy about them, but from what she could recall, they were good. Kratos could have some too.]

[Action] - It was secretly a spy for the rock assassins out to get you!

[floral_powder]

[ H-hey, she needs that basket! There's actually still some muffins in there, but that's just extra munchies she was going to give to other people. Still, Presea not smashing the door in her face is an improvement, and cautiously Little Red Polkahood pads in. No wolves in here right? ]

I wasn't sure what kind of cake you would like - do you mind strawberry?

[Action] - Damn those rockninjas. >__> They just can't let it go.

[not_klonoa]

[Presea isn't a kleptomaniac, Polka, god. She would have given the basket back. In fact, she's already taking the cake out carefully, setting it on a table. And no, there aren't any wolves, yet, but there might be a dog come tomorrow evening.]

Anything is fine...would you like some? [Since she went to the trouble of bringing it. Presea might as well offer her a slice.]

[Action] - They're stubborn rocks. ._.

[floral_powder]

[ Well you never know! Also. Adorable. Fluffy doggy and his new master -- or something. He'll protect you from those sneaky rock ninjas! Not that you really need protecting. Unless they get the Blooooooooooob to come with them. ]

Ah - um... [ Polka pauses because truthfully, she'd intended on going back home. She'd been feeling 'off' all day.. but she couldn't be rude. ]

Certainly, thank you.

[Action] - The cake can be an apology for the rocks. Or a bomb, whichever they bake first. :'D

[not_klonoa]

[Yes. Yes, he will. And get much praise and tasty treats and bellyrubs for being such a good boy. ...We just need to let our roomy know we've adopted a guard dog. And Presea can take anything her enemies can dish out. She's the Juggernaut, bitch!

Presea honestly wouldn't have minded if Polka refused. She understood people were busy, and still had yet to finish cleaning the house. But entertaining someone kept her more busy. and she was used to it. She had had to take care of her daddy back home. Wordlessly, the pigtailed girl goes to fetch some plates, forks, napkins, and a knife to cut the cake. Maybe she should put some tea on, too...hm.]

[Action] - A cake bomb? Presea can make the explosive, and Polka makes the sweet!

[floral_powder]

[ hgi;agkahg Juggernaut Presea. Best alternate costume ever. Though she'd probably fall over. :D ]

Would you like some help with anything? [ Polka isn't used to just sitting around - probably frustratingly for her flatmates, but like Presea, Polka was extremely independent and almost restlessly active and helpful. But she glances around Presea's house now that she actually has a chance to be inside. The little charms on the windowsills are painfully adorable, by the way. ]

[Action] - Sounds like a plan. B|b

[not_klonoa]

[If she can carry a tree, I'm pretty sure she can carry the weight of that armor. :\ Presea looks back at Polka and shakes her head. No, she was all set being a good little zombiemaid. She was used to doing this at home, taking care of people, so she didn't mind it in the slightest. It was almost welcome, as it got her back in her usual routine.]

Unnecessary. [And she hands Polka a slice of the cake, following her gaze to the charms.] ...You can take one.

[Action] - How did we go from Fail Prince-ing to Terrorism?

[floral_powder]

[ But did she wear the tree? :D! ... still, that's probably true. Wanna see Juggernaut!Presea now. Polka can understand the need for familiarity. That's probably why she's often out and about late at night, and insists on helping random strangers. It's what she does. And she's looking a little dizzy and not quite focused when Presea approaches with the cake. ]

Huh? [ Who what, when where, how what -- oh wait, she said that already. ] Oh! A-all right. Um -- [ Wait, what? Polka glances towards the little charms with a surprised look, and then a smile. ] I can?

[Action] - I-I...I don't even know. orz

[not_klonoa]

[No, she carried it behind her. And the world is not yet ready for Juggernaut!Presea. 8| Presea notes the fatigue of her house guest, but makes no real movement to help, yet. Maybe she should bring her some water, though. She was about to get her a glass, before the question makes her pause in the door way.]

Yes...pick whichever you like. [She already had a wooden bear carved for Colette, and was working on Genis's.]

[Action] - I'm scared. . Are we bad people? T_T

[floral_powder]

[I demand to see this for Halloween. :I POLKA HAS SPOKEN. That's okay, she'd deny being tired until the split second when she keels over anyway. She looks particularly pleased at the offer, turning to the charms and debating. Eagle... or bunny. Eagle.. bunny... bunnyeagle? Eagle bunny? She finally picks up the eagle. YOU THOUGHT SHE WOULD GO FOR THE BUNNY DIDN'T YOU. WELL HA! ] Thank you!

Do you live by yourself here? [ She knew Presea had friends, but she didn't think they ever discussed her living situation. ]