Chance encounters ((Sock, open RP, Akabane, Yukimura, Mello))
((One of these days, the mun will stop letting her characters run into each other ha, like she has a choice. Follow whichever you please as long as I know which one you want [name/description in the tag is sufficient] or, if you want, you can leave it to me to decide))
It's been a long time since I'd seen snow. Tokyo and Los Angeles don't really get any, and, usually, the southern part of England doesn't get much. But, this year has been particularly cold. I'm standing by one of the windows overlooking the lawn with it's odd assortment of gazebos and the mangosteen grove.
I'm not sure what it is, but I feel something, or maybe hear it, and turn to see this guy in a large hat standing near me. Something about him has every warning in my head going off. I manage to keep my posture relaxed though. "What?" I demand.
He turns to look at me and it feels like I'm being measured, that he's weighing the effort it would take to kill me (or as close as possible, given this place) or something. It's a look I'd never had turned on me before and I hate it...hate him for it.
"Yare, yare," he murmurs, his hand moving to the brim of his hat. It took everything for me to remain still when everything in me screamed out to shoot him before he had the chance to do anything. "This weather is most contradictory."
I manage to shrug. "It's winter," I point out, knowing it's a stupid comment, but whatever.
He looks at me again, that strange assessment sharpened by something...it's almost like he's reprimanding me for making an idiot remark. "It makes it too easy to hunt and most animals go to ground in it," he said. Though his tone was polite, there was something almost oily slick about it.
I cross my arms over my chest. "You could always leave campus, travel somewhere more conducive to your games," I say, trying to sound like myself. I can't remember anyone else making me feel so uncomfortable before.
"Oh? That is rather inconvenient, though. The travel time, arranging such matters."
I don't know why the fuck I'm bothering other than I really would rather he was somewhere else. "There's a room with a couple of fire places and floo powder. You can use it to go anywhere on the island you want. If you go to a wizarding community, you may find a travel agency to take you farther than that." That's all he's getting out of me. I lean against the casement of the window, trying to look casual, but it's more to have something at my back, an angle he can't attack from.
"I see," he murmurs, reaching up for his hat again. "Then," he said, nodding slightly and walking away.
I jump at the sound of someone coming up on me from the other side. It's only that damn samurai. He's looking after the other guy curiously even as he stops next to me. "Ah, so that is Akabane," he says, his voice soft, thoughtful. He's filing through things in his head, I know it. He acts an idiot, but seems to know something about everyone.
"If you say so," I mutter, still looking after Akabane, if that's his name.
Yukimura turns and smiles at me. "I'd advise not trying to fight him. I have heard he is very strong." There's something about the 'friendly suggestion' that sounds like an order.
For once, I'm not going to bitch about it. That guy gives me the creeps. "I didn't plan on anything," I say.
Yukimura laughs and reaches out for my hair. I hate it when he does that. "Later, then, Mello," he says, smiling in that way of his again, and heads off in the same general direction as Akabane.
I decide I don't want to bother with them. I keep my back to the window casement, my arm against the window, still looking out at the snow. It is almost interesting, but I'm not really looking at it. For now, I need to sort things through in my head.
It's been a long time since I'd seen snow. Tokyo and Los Angeles don't really get any, and, usually, the southern part of England doesn't get much. But, this year has been particularly cold. I'm standing by one of the windows overlooking the lawn with it's odd assortment of gazebos and the mangosteen grove.
I'm not sure what it is, but I feel something, or maybe hear it, and turn to see this guy in a large hat standing near me. Something about him has every warning in my head going off. I manage to keep my posture relaxed though. "What?" I demand.
He turns to look at me and it feels like I'm being measured, that he's weighing the effort it would take to kill me (or as close as possible, given this place) or something. It's a look I'd never had turned on me before and I hate it...hate him for it.
"Yare, yare," he murmurs, his hand moving to the brim of his hat. It took everything for me to remain still when everything in me screamed out to shoot him before he had the chance to do anything. "This weather is most contradictory."
I manage to shrug. "It's winter," I point out, knowing it's a stupid comment, but whatever.
He looks at me again, that strange assessment sharpened by something...it's almost like he's reprimanding me for making an idiot remark. "It makes it too easy to hunt and most animals go to ground in it," he said. Though his tone was polite, there was something almost oily slick about it.
I cross my arms over my chest. "You could always leave campus, travel somewhere more conducive to your games," I say, trying to sound like myself. I can't remember anyone else making me feel so uncomfortable before.
"Oh? That is rather inconvenient, though. The travel time, arranging such matters."
I don't know why the fuck I'm bothering other than I really would rather he was somewhere else. "There's a room with a couple of fire places and floo powder. You can use it to go anywhere on the island you want. If you go to a wizarding community, you may find a travel agency to take you farther than that." That's all he's getting out of me. I lean against the casement of the window, trying to look casual, but it's more to have something at my back, an angle he can't attack from.
"I see," he murmurs, reaching up for his hat again. "Then," he said, nodding slightly and walking away.
I jump at the sound of someone coming up on me from the other side. It's only that damn samurai. He's looking after the other guy curiously even as he stops next to me. "Ah, so that is Akabane," he says, his voice soft, thoughtful. He's filing through things in his head, I know it. He acts an idiot, but seems to know something about everyone.
"If you say so," I mutter, still looking after Akabane, if that's his name.
Yukimura turns and smiles at me. "I'd advise not trying to fight him. I have heard he is very strong." There's something about the 'friendly suggestion' that sounds like an order.
For once, I'm not going to bitch about it. That guy gives me the creeps. "I didn't plan on anything," I say.
Yukimura laughs and reaches out for my hair. I hate it when he does that. "Later, then, Mello," he says, smiling in that way of his again, and heads off in the same general direction as Akabane.
I decide I don't want to bother with them. I keep my back to the window casement, my arm against the window, still looking out at the snow. It is almost interesting, but I'm not really looking at it. For now, I need to sort things through in my head.