[Closed] 'Is this a recipe for good things? ...Or just a recipe for epic awkwardness?'
Characters: Kanda Yuu and Vincent Valentine
Location: Somewhere outside, near the park
Rating: PG-13. For unexpected stuff?
Time: August 15th (Backdated); early night.
Description: Vincent isn't happy (he injured his knee and almost broke his nose, not to mention his pride took a hit). And neither is Kanda happy, for other reasons. It's not hard to guess what will happen when they run into each other.
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Back in his world, he would have leapt from roof to roof, but he couldn't here. Walking at a rapid pace was the next best thing. And so Vincent did, silently cursing sundry things in his mind.
First, he cursed the weather. The sun and the moon, but mostly the sun. At least the stars hadn't given him reasons to complain.
Next, he cursed Tseng. He woke up with a headache, and there were bruises on his forehead, nose, and knee, and his lip was swollen. The ones on his forehead and and knee were easily hidden, but there was no mistaking the shiny purple-blue mark on the bridge of his nose, nor was there any denying of his swollen lip. But...still, he had to admit it was worth it, wiping the smirk of Tseng's face. If only he hadn't had to pay such a high price for it.
Finally, he cursed this place, because it was doing strange things to his mind and his way of thinking. He was now obligated to fight. Wonderful. Now what? Wait for the next kishin egg or something along the lines of that? And he wasn't about to start on the carnival. It was...a little ridiculous. Weren't they supposed to be fighting? Then how does a carnival show up in the middle of the war? Suffice to say, he wasn't about to check it out. No, the carnival just meant more time he could walk around at night and not run into people because they would be at said event. He was headed toward the park; the spacious area appealed to him, and he assumed no-one would be there at the moment.
Assumed. It didn't mean he would be correct. Someone was already there. Back to the Communal roof, then.
Vincent turned, then stopped, glancing back. He had seen him before. Perhaps it was a month ago, but he had a good enough memory for faces. Now where...
Ah, yes, the incident with the Shadowst. He was burning down a church. Vincent probably should have just turned the communicator off and ignored everything, but he hadn't. And ended up engaging in a conversation that left him with no answers but confusion.
He hadn't even gotten a name from that confrontation. He stood for a moment, gaze wandering from the figure, to the sky, to the floating island, and finally back.
What were the chances of minding his own business winning over his curiosity?
In this case, zero.
Perplexed with himself, he stood there, waiting for the other to notice him.
Location: Somewhere outside, near the park
Rating: PG-13. For unexpected stuff?
Time: August 15th (Backdated); early night.
Description: Vincent isn't happy (he injured his knee and almost broke his nose, not to mention his pride took a hit). And neither is Kanda happy, for other reasons. It's not hard to guess what will happen when they run into each other.
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Back in his world, he would have leapt from roof to roof, but he couldn't here. Walking at a rapid pace was the next best thing. And so Vincent did, silently cursing sundry things in his mind.
First, he cursed the weather. The sun and the moon, but mostly the sun. At least the stars hadn't given him reasons to complain.
Next, he cursed Tseng. He woke up with a headache, and there were bruises on his forehead, nose, and knee, and his lip was swollen. The ones on his forehead and and knee were easily hidden, but there was no mistaking the shiny purple-blue mark on the bridge of his nose, nor was there any denying of his swollen lip. But...still, he had to admit it was worth it, wiping the smirk of Tseng's face. If only he hadn't had to pay such a high price for it.
Finally, he cursed this place, because it was doing strange things to his mind and his way of thinking. He was now obligated to fight. Wonderful. Now what? Wait for the next kishin egg or something along the lines of that? And he wasn't about to start on the carnival. It was...a little ridiculous. Weren't they supposed to be fighting? Then how does a carnival show up in the middle of the war? Suffice to say, he wasn't about to check it out. No, the carnival just meant more time he could walk around at night and not run into people because they would be at said event. He was headed toward the park; the spacious area appealed to him, and he assumed no-one would be there at the moment.
Assumed. It didn't mean he would be correct. Someone was already there. Back to the Communal roof, then.
Vincent turned, then stopped, glancing back. He had seen him before. Perhaps it was a month ago, but he had a good enough memory for faces. Now where...
Ah, yes, the incident with the Shadowst. He was burning down a church. Vincent probably should have just turned the communicator off and ignored everything, but he hadn't. And ended up engaging in a conversation that left him with no answers but confusion.
He hadn't even gotten a name from that confrontation. He stood for a moment, gaze wandering from the figure, to the sky, to the floating island, and finally back.
What were the chances of minding his own business winning over his curiosity?
In this case, zero.
Perplexed with himself, he stood there, waiting for the other to notice him.