[Damn this weather and damn this town and damn this mission and the damn woods he had to walk through where he's been stuck trudging through a damn blizzard for half the day.
The last thing Kanda wants to do is to be forced to stop. Any fool can see that, at this rate, once he goes into a building to rest, he's going to be stranded there until the storm passes.
But the snow is drifting nearly chest-high at this point and intrepid though Kanda may be, he has no snow shoes. He has to plow his way through, and it's getting exhausting. Besides, he's going to have to stop for the night, and if not in this town then who knows how long it would be before the next.
And anyway, even if he could keep going, the finder who's with him would probably die of exposure.
But the town (if the small cluster of buildings can be called that) has an inn, and it's still just possible to make out the door. Kanda fights his way to the threshold and pulls the door open, entering with a blustery gust of wind and the finder close behind.
It's warm and lively inside, the common room full of patrons seated seated at long wooden tables before a huge open fireplace.
Kanda shakes off the snow. The finder goes to make the arrangements with the innkeeper. Only, presently, he returns with an apologetic man at his back.
The inn's last room has only just a few minutes before been promised to someone. Its bed is quite large enough to accommodate two, but Kanda will have to share. Share, the inn keeper says, with that man, there, and he leads Kanda over to a slightly ragged-looking gentleman at one of the tables.]
Well hello there ;p Noah-flavoured?14th_clownDecember 1 2011, 01:04:32 UTC
[Ragged? Ragged? Surely there were better ways to describe a person. For example, rather than saying his coat was ragged it could be described as well-loved... Still, if ever put on the spot about it there was some truth to the thought that the man at the table was somewhat worn-looking.
The amount of snow doesn't help much either, and it is fairly clear from the damp patches on the coat--presently hung up over the back of a chair--that the gentleman has indeed also not long entered the inn to escape the storm.
He actually has his back to the main room to drink in the warmth from a nearby fireplace, gloved hands outstretched toward the flames. He does feel a presence approaching though and glances over his shoulder with a curious look on his face and a raised eyebrow that is just out of view under the rim of his tophat.]
It's a good flavor. I approve. kandescenceDecember 2 2011, 23:47:23 UTC
[Kanda lets the inn keeper explain the matter: his suggestion that the two men share the accommodation, to everyone's benefit of course, provided they both are amenable. They can make each others' acquaintance over dinner, which he'll have sent over for them.
It's all a formality, of course, since its commonplace for inn beds to be shared between travelers, as everyone knows, so Kanda doesn't pay the exchange much mind, instead crossing to the other side of the table to take the seat facing the man. (The finder has withdrawn to the far side of the room for a meal and a seat by the fire on his own.)
Kanda's hair is wet, as is his coat, though he makes no move to take it off. In fact he's still got a frosting of snow across his shoulders and his hair, which is melting quickly now that he's closer to the warmth of the fire. And even though his lips are a pale purplish color from the cold and his cheeks flushed pink from the wind, he isn't making any outward display of discomfort from it.
He looks at his new companion levelly with his arms crossed over his chest, but he doesn't speak. As far as he's concerned, there's not all that much for him to say.]
Kanda might not :')14th_clownDecember 3 2011, 00:59:03 UTC
[The gentleman nods along slowly with a pleasant smile on his face as the inn keeper speaks. The explanation seems reasonable to him from the looks of things and he certainly isn't opposed to sharing his company.
He gives a respectful nod as thanks to the offer of food being sent over to them, though there is a sense of relief once the inn keeper heads away.
Ah. Relief...? Perhaps not; he isn't especially nervous. No, it's something else, or if it is relief then it's simply a relief of being rid of the distraction so that he may now refocus his attention more closely on the young man who will be sharing his room for the night.
He watches the boy out the corner of his eye while the inn keeper was talking, but once it is the two of them alone he's able to take in more details in a glance. Nonplussed by the cold (Pure endurance, or something else?), stern looking (What experiences may have caused such a defensive outer shell?), Asian-looking (What part of the Far East?), and bearing a cross upon his chest.
Ahhh.
Well now. Sharing a room with an exorcist. How fascinating.
He moves a hand to the rim of his tophat then, withdrawing the item carefully to lay it upon the table before him as he laced together his gloved fingers to regard the young man with a friendly smile.]
Are you not concerned for catching a chill, young sir? Would it not be wise to remove such a damp coat after braving such harsh temperatures?
What he doesn't know...?kandescenceDecember 16 2011, 00:41:53 UTC
[Kanda watches the top hat as it's set down on the table, his eyes lingering there for a moment. It's an item of gentleman's apparel which looks like it's been used to something less than a gentleman's standard of care.
Not that it appears to have suffered any careless handling, but rather that it's probably seen more kinds of weather and perhaps more of the roadside than a top hat usually would. He would wonder what sort of person it was that such a thing belonged to...if he was inclined to be inquisitive about people at all.
As it is, his first impression is of a cultured man who's not so pretentious or materialistic as to be prissy about a hat, and that, the swordsman figures, is probably enough to be getting on with: from that he decides that he can be passably polite while inviting only the most minimal conversation. He looks into the man's face as he answers, simply.]
The last thing Kanda wants to do is to be forced to stop. Any fool can see that, at this rate, once he goes into a building to rest, he's going to be stranded there until the storm passes.
But the snow is drifting nearly chest-high at this point and intrepid though Kanda may be, he has no snow shoes. He has to plow his way through, and it's getting exhausting. Besides, he's going to have to stop for the night, and if not in this town then who knows how long it would be before the next.
And anyway, even if he could keep going, the finder who's with him would probably die of exposure.
But the town (if the small cluster of buildings can be called that) has an inn, and it's still just possible to make out the door. Kanda fights his way to the threshold and pulls the door open, entering with a blustery gust of wind and the finder close behind.
It's warm and lively inside, the common room full of patrons seated seated at long wooden tables before a huge open fireplace.
Kanda shakes off the snow. The finder goes to make the arrangements with the innkeeper. Only, presently, he returns with an apologetic man at his back.
The inn's last room has only just a few minutes before been promised to someone. Its bed is quite large enough to accommodate two, but Kanda will have to share. Share, the inn keeper says, with that man, there, and he leads Kanda over to a slightly ragged-looking gentleman at one of the tables.]
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The amount of snow doesn't help much either, and it is fairly clear from the damp patches on the coat--presently hung up over the back of a chair--that the gentleman has indeed also not long entered the inn to escape the storm.
He actually has his back to the main room to drink in the warmth from a nearby fireplace, gloved hands outstretched toward the flames. He does feel a presence approaching though and glances over his shoulder with a curious look on his face and a raised eyebrow that is just out of view under the rim of his tophat.]
Hm?
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It's all a formality, of course, since its commonplace for inn beds to be shared between travelers, as everyone knows, so Kanda doesn't pay the exchange much mind, instead crossing to the other side of the table to take the seat facing the man. (The finder has withdrawn to the far side of the room for a meal and a seat by the fire on his own.)
Kanda's hair is wet, as is his coat, though he makes no move to take it off. In fact he's still got a frosting of snow across his shoulders and his hair, which is melting quickly now that he's closer to the warmth of the fire. And even though his lips are a pale purplish color from the cold and his cheeks flushed pink from the wind, he isn't making any outward display of discomfort from it.
He looks at his new companion levelly with his arms crossed over his chest, but he doesn't speak. As far as he's concerned, there's not all that much for him to say.]
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He gives a respectful nod as thanks to the offer of food being sent over to them, though there is a sense of relief once the inn keeper heads away.
Ah. Relief...? Perhaps not; he isn't especially nervous. No, it's something else, or if it is relief then it's simply a relief of being rid of the distraction so that he may now refocus his attention more closely on the young man who will be sharing his room for the night.
He watches the boy out the corner of his eye while the inn keeper was talking, but once it is the two of them alone he's able to take in more details in a glance. Nonplussed by the cold (Pure endurance, or something else?), stern looking (What experiences may have caused such a defensive outer shell?), Asian-looking (What part of the Far East?), and bearing a cross upon his chest.
Ahhh.
Well now. Sharing a room with an exorcist. How fascinating.
He moves a hand to the rim of his tophat then, withdrawing the item carefully to lay it upon the table before him as he laced together his gloved fingers to regard the young man with a friendly smile.]
Are you not concerned for catching a chill, young sir? Would it not be wise to remove such a damp coat after braving such harsh temperatures?
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Not that it appears to have suffered any careless handling, but rather that it's probably seen more kinds of weather and perhaps more of the roadside than a top hat usually would. He would wonder what sort of person it was that such a thing belonged to...if he was inclined to be inquisitive about people at all.
As it is, his first impression is of a cultured man who's not so pretentious or materialistic as to be prissy about a hat, and that, the swordsman figures, is probably enough to be getting on with: from that he decides that he can be passably polite while inviting only the most minimal conversation. He looks into the man's face as he answers, simply.]
I'm fine.
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