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[fordreams]

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Griffith

[berserkism]

[for once, there's no sarcastic response or bravado with death threats attached to them.]

Tell me when, and where.

Guts

[fordreams]

[gives directions to the place in town he's been staying in tra la la, fully aware he's risking everything]

I'll meet with you there in an hour. I'll be waiting inside, it shouldn't be too difficult to find.

town filter;

[berserkism]

[Guts just shuts the book and heads off in that direction. if you're not there now, he will be, waiting. no armor... not even his sword.]

town filter;

[fordreams]

[he arrives a little later, trundling back from wherever he'd been, expression tired and slightly nervous... until he sees guts standing there, free of armor and... and no weaponry. then he just looks plain shocked for a moment, before he schools his face back into a neutral line]

Ah. Guts.

[saikyou_saiaku]

[oh, that dude :| she pauses for a moment to look his way, and decides that getting any closer is just...asking for trouble, so no]

[fordreams]

[SEE WHAT HE MEANS goddamn...

he glances up at just the right moment, and makes ~*~chance eye contact~*~]

[saikyou_saiaku]

[...blink

that sparkling must be a trick of the light, yeahhhh]

[fordreams]

[OR IS IT...

he doesn't hold the contact long before looking away. he's learned not to hope for much from strangers these days]

I hope this is okaaaaay

[luckyvalentine]

[guess who spends a lot of time in town these days? This particular ex-Apostle does.

At first she barely notices him, assuming he's just some woman. But as she gets closer, wandering up from behind him, recognition is dawning...]

Perfectlyyyyyyy 8)

[fordreams]

[tralala, chillin', flicking through his journal every now and then]

[luckyvalentine]

[she does a pretty good job of not altering her pace once she recognizes him. Just wanders right up, as if she's minding her own business... until she's close enough, drawing her gun and resting it against the back of his head]

[fordreams]

[now... that would probably have slightly more impact if he was familiar with a gun's feel, or the threat of it. as it is he just turns his head to find out what on earth's just made contact with it, perplexed expression on his face and...

ah. you.]

[noneckchump]

[Here Griffith. Have some company with a 12 year old brat that's taking a break from tanning and strolling around town to find people to bother. He leans in close and snickers at the hair style of the person hanging around the fountain. This guy's got curlier hair then Jimmy back home.]

[fordreams]

[have a glance, little pain, the look most unamused] Can I help you?

[noneckchump]

[Just keeps grinning to himself.]

Nope. Just hangin' around!

[fordreams]

I see. [well, in that case he goes back to his journal, flicking lazily through pages. wat r u doing, strange boy]

[girlyboywonder]

[here's one that generally has no problem talking to people she probably shouldn't be talking to! 8D That oh-so-pretty hair snares her attention first, and it's just a few seconds before she can place him. Library. Apparently talked to him when she was old. Re-met him for the second time after that. Right.

So she'll just be wandering over and plopping herself down on the fountain ledge, a couple feet away.]

[fordreams]

[he glances up as he feels the slight shift of a person not too far away... only for his gaze to fall on a familiar face. a second passes for him to register his surprise, and then...]

Ah! Carrie!

[girlyboywonder]

[An almost-smile and a half of a wave]

You got it. Figure I don't look too different now, right?

[fordreams]

[bro he's so glad... to see you in a sort of 'this probably isn't the best time to find myself talking to almost!friends' way]

Not too different, no. It helped that I could remember you from our first meeting, however... or I doubt I'd have made the connection. [putting his brave face on, yo']