[Open] Like a log on a tree
Who: Vincent Nightray and somarium
Where: Anywhere you'd like. <3
Style: First
Status: Open
( Five enormous dinosaurs. Letting out a roar-- One went away, and. Then there were four. )
Where: Anywhere you'd like. <3
Style: First
Status: Open
( Five enormous dinosaurs. Letting out a roar-- One went away, and. Then there were four. )
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His clothes are slashed and torn in random places, and his glasses are most certainly broken and dangling off his nose, barely hanging on to his left ear.
Needless to say, he looks like a mess.]
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He walks up gingerly, absently noting the thicker vines to his right, sleeping peacefully, as he picks his way to where Reim is currently hung like a condemned man. Reaching out with both hands, he takes the glasses hanging askew on Reim's face and pockets it without a cheerful hum.
Then, he takes a hand and gently draws it across Reim's cheek.]
Why, if it isn't Mister Reim.
[Another gentle caress. He seems to chuckle.]
Won't you catch your death of a cold, sleeping out here in the open air?
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And that hand. An automatic shiver, and even with blurry eyes and a cough brewing in his throat, he knows who it is. ]
Master Vincent. [ He seems almost dumbfounded, probably stuck between shock and disappointment. Of all the people -- ]
It wasn't my plan to, no. I'm afraid I've found myself a bit... tied up.
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Doesn't it seem like it? The forest does seem to have its own artistic flare.
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Deja vu.
Anyhow, he's been running around, looking for Anemone just as he had been during the incident with the warehouse. He's definitely not used to this kind of terrain or having to survive like this, but he doesn't care at the moment.
He pauses for a moment to catch his breath, before he hears a noise. And his reflexes have been tuned to do one thing when he hears a noise: point his gun in its direction.]
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He raises his arms in a mocking gesture, walking forward without a hitch. He stops when he is a good distance away from Dominic, and greets him with a smile on his face.]
Lovely weather we are having.
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... Is this going to be a pattern?
[Dominic doesn't care about the weather either, no matter how much of a generic conversation starter it is.]
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Only if one wishes to see one within. It really does depend on one's perspective.
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When things went not so swimmingly. Instead, they went rather...running-ly. Somewhere in between staring at Kubochan, staring at the dinosaur things that was chasing them, and staring at Kubochan again, Kubochan had gone missing. One of the dinosaurs hadn't.
It went missing eventually, one tree climb later. Which left Tokito, panting, again, having swung down from his perch.]
...Dammit!
[Swearing, because this pisses him off. And because Kubochan was missing again. And dinosaurs!? He'll be catching his breath, looking, as people tend to look after such adventures, quite a mess. T-shirts and sweatpants don't make the best attire for a Jurassic Park adventure. One also tends not to wear shoes to bed ( ... )
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A mild chuckle, and he reaches out his hand.]
You certain look like a fine mess this morning, Mister Tokito.
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He might not remember your name, but he's not likely to forget the first person he saw upon arrival...and that you're a complete and utter bastard. Even if okay you did help him once. But. That's...you're just a total creep.]
'the hell you want?
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He moves closer, one hand palm open in a gesture of peace.]
It's all right, Mister Tokito. I only wish to be of aid.
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A kiss for a sleeping princess is only fitting, is it not?]
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It takes a while for the kiss to fully register but when it does, she slowly starts to stir from her sleep. Eyes still closed, she mutters out a name.]
Boris?
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[Ken has, after his little adventure with the trees, finally managed to find his way back to solid ground. Unfortunately he hasn't found a lot else and sadly this includes both drinking water and anything to store it in. He's attempting to remedy both these points - he knows there are streams round here, he could see the breaks in the tree lines before; it's just a matter of finding one - when he hears a noise in the bushes and snaps to attention, tensing. If he's lucky that's gonna be something to eat, if he's not lucky--
[Yeah, he's not going to be lucky. Never is, really. When he catches sight of Vincent he almost wishes he'd taken his chances with the dinosaurs. At least those things don't try to annoy you to death. He straightens, though he doesn't look like he's about to relax.]
Oh, hi.
[Why does he never meet anybody nice at ( ... )
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Walking closer, he raises a hand in the gesture of peace while simultaneously raising the other to cover an open-mouthed yawn.]
Hello, Mister... Ken, was it? Isn't this a fortuitous meeting.
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[Flatly. He says this flatly.
[Of all the people he could have run into at a time like this wouldn't he just have to get Vincent. Vincent hasn't actually done anything to him yet aside from call him up at the worst possible moments and irritate the Hell out of him, but that was quite enough for Ken to be getting along with, thank you oh so very much.
[Honestly, he could quite happily have never given the guy cause to do anything more than annoy him over the phone. He didn't really want to meet Vincent at all - certainly he didn't want to meet him like this.
[Ken doesn't miss the nose-wrinkle or the look of mild distaste, and they both leave him varying degrees of irritated. What's this guy's problem? They're stranded in the middle of a damn jungle. What's he supposed to look like, an Armani advert?]
What's that look for?
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Toying with the other's friends is even more enjoyable of a pastime, he finds. Friendship is such a delicate thing, and very little can pull and tug at the strings which bind.
Oh, and my friend would like to express undying love for your Ken for that last Armani line there. And I completely agree. You are an amazing Ken. *A*
He tilts his head.]
Oh? Whatever look are you referring to, Mister Ken?
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