Comments | maisondeportes: get out the abacus and count this. [active; open]

brokencopy in maisondeportes

get out the abacus and count this. [active; open]

Oct 05, 2011 20:01

Who: Beyond Birthday; OPEN to anyone else.
Where: Entry way; first floor.
When: Late Day 02
What: B arrives; shenanigans(?) ensue.
Warnings: Nothing yet, but please do take a moment to fill out the permissions? c:

( i never know the next thing in store. )

@first house: first floor, *open, vriska serket (homestuck), &day 002, beyond birthday (death note)

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visioneightfold October 6 2011, 13:10:20 UTC

Instead of a computer monitor, Vriska stared up at a ceiling that was not made of stars or metal.

For a moment, it didn't really register; she simply stared up at it, lying on her back on some cold floor. This lasted almost an entire second.

Where--?

She shoved herself up off the floor, yellow eyes scanning as she regained her feet, taking in chairs, walls, door, flowers--she almost didn't care about any of that, though. Almost.

All eight pupils locked onto the one living being present besides her.

A...

Was... that a human?

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hey, you!"

brokencopy October 8 2011, 03:43:04 UTC

B almost jumped at the sound of the voice coming from behind him; he'd been fairly certain there was no one else in the immediate vicinity just a moment ago. The fact that someone had been able to sneak up on him like this - well, it was disturbing, to say the least.

Or it was, until B craned his head around to gaze behind his shoulder and take in the form of the person attached to the voice addressing him - a girl with mismatched horns, grey skin, yellow eyes, and one especially particular thing missing, something that should be there, but wasn't.

There was no name visible. B kept his face in a neutral expression as he turned to face her more fully. Still nothing. He glanced from one side to the other, making a good show of checking to see if there was anyone else this peculiar girl might be addressing.

"Are you talking to me?"

This is kind of brief, sorry. :V visioneightfold October 8 2011, 04:01:52 UTC

Vriska studied him, scrutinising the figure in front of her and looking him up and down. She wasn't looking for anything in particular so much as she was just looking--not that it did her any good. He could have been a stone for all the relevant information she got from him.

She did learn a thing or two about how humans worked, though.

"I don't see anyone else," the troll replied curtly, showing sharp fangs as she spoke.

noooooooo worries <3 brokencopy October 9 2011, 03:50:48 UTC

"Then you must be speaking to me." It was a logical conclusion to draw - the girl was speaking to someone, and B was the only person in the room, therefore she was speaking to him.

But B already knew she'd addressed him; his questioning was more a piece of his "Rue Ryuzaki" act, his intentional cluelessness, than a genuine quest for information. He turned around to face her fully, tilting his head to one side, then the other, hard enough to make the bones of his neck creak and then audibly pop. He shuffled a few steps toward her, making a visual imprint of her appearance, committing every detail to memory even while approaching in his peculiar, hunched manner.

He stopped a few steps in front of the decidedly odd-looking girl and fixed his wide, unblinking stare directly on her. "How may I help you?" he asked, his voice flat with a controlled lack of emotion.

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brokencopy October 20 2011, 04:27:17 UTC

"Something the matter, Vriska?" B sounded completely unfazed by her outburst and frantic motions; he could be asking her how tall she was, or any other inconsequential fact, for that matter. He replaced the business card in his pocket without another so much as a raised eyebrow, and waited for her reponse.