you know....when people say they're fine, they're usually not. it still doesn't look right, and i haven't seen anyone send out messages that look the way yours currently do.
i will ask again: where are you?
[tsun it once, tsun it twice, Nic. Akame deals with stubborn shonen idiots on a regular basis back home.]
[Once she shoots him this message, she closes her eyes and counts to ten, while still in her room, just to give him a headstart. It's only fair; she pestered him, he gets to have fun at her expense.
Well, it's sort of fair at best.
Upon finishing up the count, however, she quickly dashes out of her room and starts quietly, but resolutely prowling through the hall, eyes hard and alert, carefully scanning her surroundings, straining her ears for the sound of footsteps or thumping that indicates some kind of movement.
She's still taking things too seriously (never had the time to really play, not even as a child.), but she understands the gist of this. It's like stalking an assassination mark----but this time, she's only looking to help him. Because, really, after learning about the Celebre that keeps him alive, she truly is concerned about him.
[ a pity, really, that she's expending so much energy in seeking him out. because he hadn't bothered to move at all. she'll probably figure out as much, the halls eerily quiet, and his scent having lingered only around a single area — the common quarters. ]
[It's sadly a conditioned reflex at this point in her life---when all you do is fight, you're always on edge, ready for the mission.
But, indeed, she catches his scent in the air once she reaches the vicinity of the common quarters, and swiftly moves to follow it.
Tentatively, she enters the quarters proper. His scent's still there, but instead of calling out to him, she ducks down along the lower level, keeping to the shadows as she creeps around, hoping to catch him off-guard, putting her own spin on this game of sorts.
She's not sure why; again, it's just instinct. But a part of her, distant and remote, vaguely thinks it could be funny if she surprised him somehow.]
but she may just get her chance, actually, considering she'd taken long enough that his attention has waned from watching the door to fiddling with something in the more communal area of the common quarters. there is a book propped open on a counter nearby, as he pokes around the cupboard that is decidedly empty and/or not for him... ]
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She's since spotted his movements, and creeps quickly and silently up to the communal area where he's at, while his back is turned. She spots the book, dog-earing the pages it was left open on in case it's his, before quietly shutting it...
...And knocking it to the floor, before dashing off to the left and heading toward a sitting area, where she ducks behind a recliner, sticking her head out just enough to continue tracking his movements.]
actually, her first mistake was attempting to out-track a tracker, particularly one with a strong sense of smell as sharp as his. so her second mistake was knocking his book down and alerting him that Not All Is Right in the room at that moment. it takes only a second for his sense to go on alert after he'd turned back around to discover the mess, and another second longer to catch her scent and spot her.
their eyes meet over the top of the recliner, and his expression flattens.
quickly, habitually, his hands gesture in the air. he stops about midway, realizing, and finally grinds out: ]
[ it's an expression he's come to perfect, actually, but when you've got a partner like worick, adopting a properly flat look is pretty much mandatory.
without a word he stoops down to pick the book up, glancing over its old hardcover as if to inspect for any damage. ]
nOT tHat ThiCk.
[ he finds the page easily enough, even without the need for her dog-ear. he's read it so many times already that he's practically memorized it by now.
after a thought, he arches a brow at her, casually holding it out. ]
[Akame stares, first at Nic swiftly finding the page she almost made him lose, and then at the book proper for a moment before taking it from him and inspecting the cover.
'Romeo & Juliet.'
.....Interesting names. She shakes her head.]
I...haven't really had a lot of time to read all that much throughout my life. I just learned how because my superiors knew it was necessary for me to be literate.
[Sad, but true.
She's more of an outdoorsy person, anyway. Her friend Tsukushi was the bookworm out of the Elite Seven; as was Sheele of Night Raid.
Akame tilts her head a little, looking mildly surprised.]
You were able to find that page so quickly...have you read this a lot of times?
[In truth? He certainly didn't strike her as a bookworm. But, you learn new things everyday, alas.]
[ he certainly doesn't come off as the bookish type, but walk in on him on a quiet, sunday morning and you'll likely find him sipping on some simmering coffee with a book propped open in a hand.
(some days are easier to pretend than others.) ]
soMEThinG LIke ThAT.
[ he's practically got it memorized cover to cover.
the novel he presses into her hand, releasing it so quickly she'd have to hold on to it lest it fall again. ]
[Not something she'd hold against him---if anything, she finds his apparent interest in literature interesting, and admirable. You have to sharpen your mind, too, you know. Najasho always lectured to her, when he'd catch her trying to avoid her studies.
Akame swiftly clutches onto the book as he lets go, so she doesn't drop it. She looks at it again, appearing mildly perplexed, but returns her gaze to him, and nods a bit awkwardly.]
Alright, Nic. [She takes the book into her arms, looking off to the side a bit.] I'll let you know what I think of it, and I'll keep it in good condition.
[ he's already got a hand raised, waving her off. his fingers don't look to be in the best of conditions, but it doesn't seem to bother him much. (then again — what does?) ]
[Akame's mouth straightens into a thin line once she notices the state of his fingers.
Of course there was a punchline. If she were just a tad sassier, she'd roll her eyes. Instead, she lets out a tiny, but frustrated and exasperated huff.
Good grief. He's like a child at the best of times.]
So that explains the odd look of your messages.
[#dudeseriously #ridiculousness
Akame squints slightly at him. She's not going to lecture him to high heaven, but gives him a pointed look as she says, in way of goodbye:]
At least have someone apply nanite to your hands. Or get them treated at some point.
[Otherwise, she will track him down all over again and make sure.
Shaking her head a little, she gives him a wave in return and leaves.
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you know....when people say they're fine, they're usually not. it still doesn't look right, and i haven't seen anyone send out messages that look the way yours currently do.
i will ask again: where are you?
[tsun it once, tsun it twice, Nic. Akame deals with stubborn shonen idiots on a regular basis back home.]
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
In a vent
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i heard those were electrified. and even if you survived, you'd still be too paralyzed to write.
tell me, or i'm finding you myself.
FROM: akame@cdc.org
while we're on that subject, have you at least had anything to drink at all within the past few hours?
[ready or not, nic, here she comes.]
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I'll pay you money to leave me alone
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you could shower me with all the money in the world and my answer would still be the same: i am going to see how you are doing.
FROM: akame@cdc.org
so i'll be seeing you soon. find a good hiding spot if you want to give me a challenge.
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
If we're going to play hide and seek
At least do it properly
FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Count to ten first
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FROM: akame@cdc.org
......fair enough, nic.
[Once she shoots him this message, she closes her eyes and counts to ten, while still in her room, just to give him a headstart. It's only fair; she pestered him, he gets to have fun at her expense.
Well, it's sort of fair at best.
Upon finishing up the count, however, she quickly dashes out of her room and starts quietly, but resolutely prowling through the hall, eyes hard and alert, carefully scanning her surroundings, straining her ears for the sound of footsteps or thumping that indicates some kind of movement.
She's still taking things too seriously (never had the time to really play, not even as a child.), but she understands the gist of this. It's like stalking an assassination mark----but this time, she's only looking to help him. Because, really, after learning about the Celebre that keeps him alive, she truly is concerned about him.
(Isn't there another way...?)
A pleasant sort of inverse, if you will.]
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But, indeed, she catches his scent in the air once she reaches the vicinity of the common quarters, and swiftly moves to follow it.
Tentatively, she enters the quarters proper. His scent's still there, but instead of calling out to him, she ducks down along the lower level, keeping to the shadows as she creeps around, hoping to catch him off-guard, putting her own spin on this game of sorts.
She's not sure why; again, it's just instinct. But a part of her, distant and remote, vaguely thinks it could be funny if she surprised him somehow.]
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but she may just get her chance, actually, considering she'd taken long enough that his attention has waned from watching the door to fiddling with something in the more communal area of the common quarters. there is a book propped open on a counter nearby, as he pokes around the cupboard that is decidedly empty and/or not for him... ]
( ooc; hello! due to rl issues of moving abroad i hadn't been able to get to tags for the past two weeks, so i apologize for the long wait. i realize this is coming in quite late, so please don't feel obligated to continue if the moment has passed for you! i'm free to work out handwaving the rest of the thread if that would be more preferable for you, either through PM or plurk at
yes i'm copypastaing this everywhere dwi )
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She's since spotted his movements, and creeps quickly and silently up to the communal area where he's at, while his back is turned. She spots the book, dog-earing the pages it was left open on in case it's his, before quietly shutting it...
...And knocking it to the floor, before dashing off to the left and heading toward a sitting area, where she ducks behind a recliner, sticking her head out just enough to continue tracking his movements.]
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actually, her first mistake was attempting to out-track a tracker, particularly one with a strong sense of smell as sharp as his. so her second mistake was knocking his book down and alerting him that Not All Is Right in the room at that moment. it takes only a second for his sense to go on alert after he'd turned back around to discover the mess, and another second longer to catch her scent and spot her.
their eyes meet over the top of the recliner, and his expression flattens.
quickly, habitually, his hands gesture in the air. he stops about midway, realizing, and finally grinds out: ]
whAT'D ThaT boOK EvEr do to You?
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How to explain...
Akame rises from her hiding place, looking up at Nic somewhat awkwardly in response to his flat look.]
I...thought I'd try a diversion...
[Aka that moment when you realize you may have gone a little too far in your efforts
(#shetried)
She sighs a little, and looks off to the side. Senpai she may have been trying to impress you (and probably didn't)...]
...If the book was yours, I made sure to save your place in it. It...seemed pretty thick.
[She did that much, okay...]
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without a word he stoops down to pick the book up, glancing over its old hardcover as if to inspect for any damage. ]
nOT tHat ThiCk.
[ he finds the page easily enough, even without the need for her dog-ear. he's read it so many times already that he's practically memorized it by now.
after a thought, he arches a brow at her, casually holding it out. ]
You ReAD?
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'Romeo & Juliet.'
.....Interesting names. She shakes her head.]
I...haven't really had a lot of time to read all that much throughout my life. I just learned how because my superiors knew it was necessary for me to be literate.
[Sad, but true.
She's more of an outdoorsy person, anyway. Her friend Tsukushi was the bookworm out of the Elite Seven; as was Sheele of Night Raid.
Akame tilts her head a little, looking mildly surprised.]
You were able to find that page so quickly...have you read this a lot of times?
[In truth? He certainly didn't strike her as a bookworm. But, you learn new things everyday, alas.]
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(some days are easier to pretend than others.) ]
soMEThinG LIke ThAT.
[ he's practically got it memorized cover to cover.
the novel he presses into her hand, releasing it so quickly she'd have to hold on to it lest it fall again. ]
GiVE iT A LoOk tHrouGH WHeN You'Re boRed.
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[Not something she'd hold against him---if anything, she finds his apparent interest in literature interesting, and admirable. You have to sharpen your mind, too, you know. Najasho always lectured to her, when he'd catch her trying to avoid her studies.
Akame swiftly clutches onto the book as he lets go, so she doesn't drop it. She looks at it again, appearing mildly perplexed, but returns her gaze to him, and nods a bit awkwardly.]
Alright, Nic. [She takes the book into her arms, looking off to the side a bit.] I'll let you know what I think of it, and I'll keep it in good condition.
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oKAy. ByeBYE.
[ apparently, he thinks they're done here. ]
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Of course there was a punchline. If she were just a tad sassier, she'd roll her eyes. Instead, she lets out a tiny, but frustrated and exasperated huff.
Good grief. He's like a child at the best of times.]
So that explains the odd look of your messages.
[#dudeseriously #ridiculousness
Akame squints slightly at him. She's not going to lecture him to high heaven, but gives him a pointed look as she says, in way of goodbye:]
At least have someone apply nanite to your hands. Or get them treated at some point.
[Otherwise, she will track him down all over again and make sure.
Shaking her head a little, she gives him a wave in return and leaves.
The people she puts up with.
And yet, she can't help but enjoy the company.]