Vanilla was quite happy she had found people willing to help her. Crow seemed to be a calm and kind man and not the type to argue about trivial things. Throne on the other hand was going to get a scolding, along with Argent the next time she saw him. One was flicking food and another was being morally foolish. To the young girl it was sanity and would be dealt with.
She walked silently along the pathways until she reached Crow. “Crow I presume?” Vanilla spoke in a soft and calm tone, gaze boring into him expressionlessly.
Crow had heard the approaching steps, but he hadn't reacted, simply letting whoever it was come close enough that he could see them. Somewhat. As it turned out it was a young girl, much shorter then him, and blond. He slowly rose to his feet, his face a careful mask of seriousness. It didn't help his stoic image that his hair was tied back with a pink hair tie decorated with little red hearts, but aside from that very odd little decoration, he looked pretty somber, though not unapproachable.
"Yes. You must be Vanilla-san? I am pleased to meet you." He bowed slowly, raising a hand to keep his glasses from falling off. The man's most peculiar feature was his eyes. They were pretty in shape, but they were milky and unfocused, and deep lines of stress or exhaustion on his cheeks only made them stand out, even behind his spectacles.
It was the strangest thing, Throne thought, as he approached, for a minute he thought it was Drake standing there by the lift. Sure, the guy was taller and definitely much older, but there was something about him that was vaguely familiar, though the similarities seemed to slip away the closer he approached them. No, he thought, too old, too worn, and the eyes -- so dark and impenetrable, set intently against the pale of Drake's face -- here, they were cloudy and pale like milk glass. Seeing things, Throne chastised himself, though something in the back of his mind screamed more than just mere coincidence. Then again, he'd managed to find a way to connect Argent and Drake and the boy of his dreams all together in one gloriously messed up knot. He wouldn't put it past himself to do the same with this new face
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Vanilla nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She frowned slightly at the dark lines under his eyes. Crow looked quite tired. Her voice itself was void of much emotion, the same went for her facial expressions. As soon as Throne approached she turned to greet him.
"Correct" The young girl set her hands on her hips firmly. "Did you two apologize yet?"
At the note in his journal, Reverie headed over to the elevator. He was wearing his new longcoat, one that he had grown almost instantly fond of. He imagined at one point it had been white, with the black lining, but god-know-how-long in the junkyard had reduced it to a sullied brown, with the occasional clean spot. Once it might have sleeves, but the torn seams had left Reverie wondering where those sleeves were now. There was also a curious variety of holes, both large and small. All in all, it was most certainly a jacket one acquired from a scrapyard
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At the sound of the elevator doors opening, Throne turned on his heel to see who it was, and what he was met with was a rather tall man, bespeckled, wearing what might have once been a rather dapper looking coat. Squinting at him rather cautiously for a moment, Throne looked him up and down before smiling. Looked harmless enough, he reasoned. Like the kind of person you'd want teaching your kid basic geometry.
"Hey," Throne said, giving small wave to the man as he approached. He offered his hand once he was close enough to greet. "Reverie, nice to finally meet you, man. I'm Throne. Mr. Up-and-Coming Art Scene, only not." He gave a small laugh and then motioned to the others.
Vanilla nodded even though she knew he was lieing, his words were to stressed after all. When a man in a longcoat entered she gazed at him blankly. She had been void of emotion for the conversation and planned to keep it that way. "Hello Reverie, I'm Vanilla. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was leveled as she analyzed the three before her. They looked quite harmless.
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Itachi bowed slightly to Reverie, the same greeting he'd given Throne and Vanilla.
"Reverie-san, it is a pleasure to meet you." He said pleasantly, looking the man over as best he could. Odd fashion sense, but the man's expression and demeanor seemed rather pleasant and welcoming. "You are the one with the elegant writing. I remember." He smiled carefully, and stepped into the elevator, waiting for the others.
He was slightly bemused by his situation. He was wandering to a strange junk heap with three strangers in search of furniture for a book shop he was going to be the assistant in... And to top that off, of the three he was with, the one who was going to be his boss was a little girl.
Well, life had been strange since the moment he woke up from his dream. This situation wasn't as outlandish as it could have been.
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She walked silently along the pathways until she reached Crow. “Crow I presume?” Vanilla spoke in a soft and calm tone, gaze boring into him expressionlessly.
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"Yes. You must be Vanilla-san? I am pleased to meet you." He bowed slowly, raising a hand to keep his glasses from falling off. The man's most peculiar feature was his eyes. They were pretty in shape, but they were milky and unfocused, and deep lines of stress or exhaustion on his cheeks only made them stand out, even behind his spectacles.
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"Correct" The young girl set her hands on her hips firmly. "Did you two apologize yet?"
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"Hey," Throne said, giving small wave to the man as he approached. He offered his hand once he was close enough to greet. "Reverie, nice to finally meet you, man. I'm Throne. Mr. Up-and-Coming Art Scene, only not." He gave a small laugh and then motioned to the others.
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were to stressed after all. When a man in a longcoat entered she gazed at him blankly. She had been void of emotion for the conversation and planned to keep it that way. "Hello Reverie, I'm Vanilla. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was leveled as she analyzed the three before her. They looked quite harmless.
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"Reverie-san, it is a pleasure to meet you." He said pleasantly, looking the man over as best he could. Odd fashion sense, but the man's expression and demeanor seemed rather pleasant and welcoming. "You are the one with the elegant writing. I remember." He smiled carefully, and stepped into the elevator, waiting for the others.
He was slightly bemused by his situation. He was wandering to a strange junk heap with three strangers in search of furniture for a book shop he was going to be the assistant in... And to top that off, of the three he was with, the one who was going to be his boss was a little girl.
Well, life had been strange since the moment he woke up from his dream. This situation wasn't as outlandish as it could have been.
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