WHO: Trowa Barton, A crowd of NPCs and 14 poor unsuspecting saps all under a curse, and anyone who sees this going on or gets dragged in by accident. ADD YOUR TAGS.
WHERE: Alllllll over the City.
WHEN: Thursday, July 22 (Day 1)
WARNINGS: Large amounts of hideous as the weekend wears on.
SUMMARY: The poor kid pissed off Aphrodite and then told her
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Trowa was already getting tired of surprise interactions with other people. For a moment, he thought of making an escape. Perhaps if he leaped onto the nearby newspaper vending-box, bounded off and grabbed the street-light, then used it as a swing-bar up to the apartment balcony not too far away...
But he reminded himself that it was Bakura, who was kind-hearted and amiable, and probably not at all the sort to make a nuisance of himself. In any case, his friend had gone out of his way to make him comfortable in his new role as normal teenager. He could at least try to repay it by being sociable for a few minutes.
Trowa stood still, waiting, only giving a slow raise of one hand to signify that he'd heard.
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Whatever the reason, Parker had the sudden, overpowering urge to brush his hair out of his face - and it wasn't entirely because she wanted to see if there was an eyepatch. She swallowed her last bite of bear claw with some difficulty before abandoning it and moving to sate her curiosity.
Spell or no, old habits were hard to break, and Parker found it hard not to sneak up on people. So by the time Trowa got in line, he might suddenly notice that out of nowhere there was a blonde right behind him, well in his personal space bubble (but not touching) and studying him intently. He probably hadn't heard her approach, but that was par for the course if you were an ex-Navy Seal.
((Let me know if this is okay. Parker routinely sneaks up on just about everybody.))
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Still, she was well-trained, and while he got the sense that people were standing behind him, he chose to brush it off as the norm for being in a line in a coffee shop. Or, rather, he intended to, but after catching sight of her leaning in toward him in the compact mirror of the woman in front of him, he turned and gave her an icy stare.
No words. The disapproval radiating from him was, hopefully, enough.
[All right -- gun oil, plain soap, Mane'n'Tail shampoo, animal fur, the bacon he fried this morning, and, uh... Quatre. However much of that you feel she can pick up.]
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It wasn’t her way to put on a spell and then stay back. She wanted to watch this one unfold and maybe push it along if she had to. Plus it should be good for a laugh or two. The benefits of being a goddess was that she could teleport anywhere she wanted to, and right now that was right in front of Trowa. She might have come in somewhere more hidden, but she forgot that she wasn’t able to make herself invisible anymore and could be clearly seen.
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Trowa sat there with his head resting on his forearms, bangs trailing across the shiny wooden surface of the desk, tired and annoyed. He'd just had to deny someone who thought that juggling with bricks despite having no talent or coordination would be a good idea; only the fact that the ex-pilot had good reflexes had saved his computer monitor from a premature death.
And then the man had given a sly smile and a comment--one about which Trowa still couldn't decide as to whether it had been meant with innocence or in the fashion in which he, having been raised by rowdy mercenaries, had immediately interpreted it.
He glanced up, putting on his secretary persona, dropping it again with a frown shortly thereafter.
"May I help you?"
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“Just came in to say hi,” she said innocently. “Nothing wrong with that right?”
While she hadn’t meant anything with the flirty attitude as it was normal for her, she couldn’t help but notice that…this mortal actually looked pretty good.
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Not busty blond women who stamped the ground like two year olds at not getting their way.
Cautiously, being far too suspicious of Aphrodite already after their first and last conversation, he replied:
"...I'm working. And you don't look like a circus performer."
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He was bored anyway and needed a good laugh. "You've got to be kidding. He's scrawny!"
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"Cute." The Japanese accent caught his attention and strained to listen but he got the gist of what was being said. Being around Spanish speakers most of the time really paid off.
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Of course he had! Just how many times had he come down here, exactly, checking in on shipments for Winner Corp.? Too damn many for this fool to be asking him stupid questions, that was for sure. And he didn't have time for this, anyway; if he didn't get his sketches to the technician group soon, they'd have nothing to do the next day. They'd be behind schedule again.
"Just be careful," the young man said, his decent mood for the day nearly evaporated by that point. "He'll be upset if you drop the glass this time."
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Trowa will find himself wandering through a forest. The deeper he goes, the more primordial and ancient the forest becomes. However, contrary to the primeval instinct of mankind, this forest is not forbidding. In fact... it feels almost welcoming... In fact, it seems to be calling him deeper into the forest.
After a time, he'll start to get the feeling of being watched... But it's an almost benign sort of interest - like a smile from someone watching you across the room.
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The trees are massive things, towering far above the forest floor. Trunks as wide as a three-lane highway in some cases. The ground cover thins out to low ferns as the canopy arches far overhead. The light that filtered down from above was almost glowing green from shining through the leaves above.
Here, the forest is quieter, more serene than a forest would naturally be. It's almost as if the primeval forest was holding it's breath in the presence of something. There's a new scent in the air here - richly redolent of green growth and flowers, something female and... a breath of something almost reptilian ( ... )
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Still, he keeps going. There's something about this place that just...
Trowa snarls at the sound of the person behind him, at first, spinning and lowering himself to the ground to prepare to spring if necessary. However, it isn't another creature come to be on the attack--it's a lady, and one rather unlike any one of them he's met before. She's shockingly tall, and very... well, she's very green, isn't she?
He can't make up his mind as to what he ought to do about her, and so repeatedly bares his teeth without making any actual sound, trying to figure out what she wants and whether or not scaring her off would be one of his brighter ideas.
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