ϡ - Appointments Post

[folkloristic]

This post here is for personal conversations which should happen but one or both of us doesn't want to put up a new post/log and thus we will just thread it out here. This can be used to thread with folkloristic anytime and anywhere. This can either be in person (with action), or via the journal's call feature (voice and/or written

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[Voice | June 16th, evening, weaksauce filter]

[noprevaricating]

Helios?

[Probably not a familiar voice. It sounds slightly drugged but otherwise alert.]

[folkloristic]

[ That is definately not a familiar voice and with the subsequent action of Archie's call there will be some banging on Helios' end. You caught him by surprise, derp. ]

Ah! Y-Yes? Um, who-who is this?

[noprevaricating]

[There's a pause.]

For about six days, I was a tiny, kitchen-cleaning goblin you were very kind to. Then a ways after, I was a drama teacher at the school, back when we thought we were cousins. I don't think we've actually met properly. Kennedy, is my name.

[folkloristic]

[ He remembers that. Very well actually. The other part not so much, but that's because that memory leads to some unpleasant ones. ]

Ah so that was you, then? It's...it's very nice to finally meet you.

[Action, June 27th] The night following the post

[consultmybooks]

[Long day. Long, trying, stressful, upsetting day.

It's after midnight. His last check of the clock confirms that he's been officially been alive again for over twenty four hours.

By rights, he should be exhausted. By rights, he should be sleeping.

He isn't. He's not sure he ever will again. So he'll probably be spending most of the night being quiet in the living room or outside behind CH7, working on the boat by the light of a borrowed lamp until sunrise.]

((ooc: Probably placeholderish, but it's a talk that's going to have to happen eventually.))

[Action, June 27th]

[folkloristic]

[ Very long day indeed. Helios should be sleeping as well but you know, when your best friend has just come back from the dead it's, well, it's a bit strange to sleep. Naturally pushing himself isn't going to do any good either but...he's given up on reading completely. It's depressing and the past week has been so hard because of the death penalty he received. Nothing to take him mind off what happened besides simply...wandering. He's almost wary to ask Giles what they took, if he even knows, but it's a topic that'll come up on its own.

He'll be walking into the living room books in hand and jump at seeing the other just sitting there quietly. Scared him bro, he almost drops those books too. ] Ah! Giles you're...still awake?

((ooc: Didn't know if I should reply yet but. Hope this is okay? D: ))

Re: [Action, June 27th]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles, who had actually been catching up on some of the reading he's missed since being blinded, is briefly and certainly startled in his own right when he hears sudden movements from back near the bedrooms. He yelps in fright, ducking his head in an instinctual attempt at defense against whatever attack is coming...before he realizes that it's just Helios.]

Ah! O-Oh, um...god, Helios. I'm sorry. Did, did I wake you?

((ooc: A lot is going to happen after their current thread timeline wise. So, this is okay, no worries :D. Has he told Giles about his penalty by now?))

[Action, June 27th]

[folkloristic]

[ Helios might laugh and wince at hearing that yelp. ] No no! I-I couldn't sleep. Um you're probably not tired are you? I wasn't...really when, when I came back.

[ He'll look down at the books in his hands before going over to the shelf and putting them back. ]

((ooc: Oh okay good just making sure! C: Not sure. Probably not yet. He keeps things to himself because he's Helios. He might do so in this thread or something though. ))

[Voice, July 17th]

[shadedsunlight]

[Oh, the joys of text-to-voice programs on cellphones. Considering how the journal is making a recording off of the audio from a cellphone, it's not the best sounding message, but it'll do for now.]

Hello, Helios, this is Ginia. I was wondering if we could talk about spirits and magic when you had a spare moment? Reply back when you can.

[Voice, July 17th]

[folkloristic]

[ The reply comes a short while afterward with some banging in the background. The voice on the other end sounds strange but Helios won't comment on it. Some sort of...technological thing probably. ]

Oh yes I wouldn't mind that at all! That'd be wonderful actually! Perhaps we should meet somewhere, if you had and place specific in mind?

[Voice, July 17th]

[shadedsunlight]

I didn't have anywhere specific in mind, though outside is probably the best? I've been looking through the list of spirits and I'm thinking it'd be best to start with Nala and then maybe try Faeren or Kipinn after that.

When would be best for you?

((ooc; This can easily be handwaved if you'd rather, Mostly just wanted to get something arranged for my own continuity. ^^))

[Voice, July 17th]

[folkloristic]

Nala is the easiest, so yes, you should definately start with her. I'm rather free at the moment. If you'd like to meet? [ Since he can't work on any spells or read, derp. ]

((ooc; I don't mind threading it out! I am le free in terms of tags anyway.))

[Action] | July 19

[semper_cogitans]

[It had taken several days to get the courage to finally leave his apartment, but eventually Robert had swallowed his fear and stepped out of the building just long enough to fetch a particularly convoluted text on advanced computational mechanics. Then he had penned the note Don had instructed him to, taking great care to get it exact.

Now, he sets off with the book under his arm, picking his way slowly - carefully - towards Community Building 7. He tries to look as unafraid - as nonchalant - as possible, despite the twin fears of the Shredder's presence and the hatred of his former best friend.

But eventually he finds himself in front of the door. And, screamingly nervously, he knocks.

I just have to give this to him. Just five minutes of his time, and then I can leave. He doesn't have to talk to me.

Even if all he wants from Helios is his forgiveness.]

[folkloristic]

[ Helios wasn't expecting visitors today. Well, actually, Helios hardly expects visitors ever. That was usually Frederic's expertise--having people over for lessons and what not. So the knock on the door is a surprising welcome. After everything that's happened, between Giles and Frederic perhaps a light chat with someone would do him good.

He wasn't however expecting the scientist to wind up at his door when he opened it. He stifled a gasp and his expression was immediately apologetic, awkward even. It had been a month since they last spoken and Helios really hadn't meant for it to go on that long. It just...did, and now he was confronted with the young man whom he considered a very good friend and yet hadn't spoken to in a rather long time. ] R-Robert...

[ He'll blink remembering himself and his manners. Stepping to the side Helios will motion for the other to come in. ] Come in. [ Even after everything he still frets about you Robert, even if it seems like he hates you. ]

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert just stares at his feet, and for a few long seconds, he doesn't move or say anything.

Finally, he mumbles, almost inaudibly:] I... I just meant to give you this book. That was all. You don't have to... have a-any other dealing with me.

[He's almost proud of himself, in a twisted way, that he's managing not to cry despite the shake in his voice.]

[folkloristic]

[ That hurts...rather a lot. But he can't say he wasn't expecting such a reply from the other. ] S-Stop. [ Helios looks at the floor too, his voice wavering even as he tries to keep it level. ]

Robert I. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to not...not talk to you for this long. I-I'm not, I'm not angry with you. I-I still want to...have something to do with you.

[ He just wants to apologize for everything and being an idiot for letting this go on as long as it did. ] It was uncalled for, what I did.

[Action - October 26th]

[shadedsunlight]

[Ginia briskly walks to apartment 22 with trepidation in her gut. She can hope for the best and prepare for the worst, but with them, the worst can be many things. Ripper. "Helios' power". There could be a many great thing wrong today and Ginia wants none of them to happen.

She knocks on the door, realizes maybe she should have brought some cookies with her, though that would have been far too suspicious and it's too late now, puts on her best friendly smile, and waits.]

[folkloristic]

[ There is a knock on the door and Helios startles from his position reading on the couch. He thought reading would get his mind off of things. It had...for a little while. Last night actually happened then. If the wounds weren't evidence enough than the thoughts racing through his head would be. He just hoped Giles would...come back on his own. Come back and sleep in the apartment again and they could forget this ever happened. But the acts of last night left him beyond exhausted and beyond hearing if Giles had truly came back. So he was left in the dark and he'd just have to wait until the other came back.

He'll get up shakily straightening himself as much as possible. The swollen bruise on his cheek was apparent but he couldn't just...leave whoever was there waiting. He winced as a cold hand glided over his cheek and he started for the door. ] Wh-who is it?

[ He manages to keep his voice level without betraying anything. ]

[shadedsunlight]

[Instead of a name, there's a whistle on the other side of the door. It starts low, then rises up before dropping down and fading off. Ginia's own signature whistle.]

[folkloristic]

[ A whistle that comes through the door...instead of a name. Realization dawns. ]

O-oh! G-Ginia, I'm so sorry. [ He'll use his good hand to open the door up just a smidgen. He's careful to not expose the bruise on his cheek by leaning out just a little on his good side. Not odd behavior, not at all. ]

Is-is everything alright? D-Do you need... [ He can't go outside like this. His concerned question dies on his lips. No he could just make up something like always. He hated doing it but, well, if it kept people from worrying than so be it. ] Do you need something?