488. The Snow Day Meme

Nov 30, 2011 13:27


THE SNOW DAY MEME


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Mana Walker || D.Gray-man || OTA 14th_clown November 30 2011, 21:05:07 UTC
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3 kandescence December 1 2011, 00:22:10 UTC
[Damn this weather and damn this town and damn this mission and the damn woods he had to walk through where he's been stuck trudging through a damn blizzard for half the day ( ... )

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Well hello there ;p Noah-flavoured? 14th_clown December 1 2011, 01:04:32 UTC
[Ragged? Ragged? Surely there were better ways to describe a person. For example, rather than saying his coat was ragged it could be described as well-loved... Still, if ever put on the spot about it there was some truth to the thought that the man at the table was somewhat worn-looking.

The amount of snow doesn't help much either, and it is fairly clear from the damp patches on the coat--presently hung up over the back of a chair--that the gentleman has indeed also not long entered the inn to escape the storm.

He actually has his back to the main room to drink in the warmth from a nearby fireplace, gloved hands outstretched toward the flames. He does feel a presence approaching though and glances over his shoulder with a curious look on his face and a raised eyebrow that is just out of view under the rim of his tophat.]

Hm?

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It's a good flavor. I approve. kandescence December 2 2011, 23:47:23 UTC
[Kanda lets the inn keeper explain the matter: his suggestion that the two men share the accommodation, to everyone's benefit of course, provided they both are amenable. They can make each others' acquaintance over dinner, which he'll have sent over for them ( ... )

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Kanda might not :') 14th_clown December 3 2011, 00:59:03 UTC
[The gentleman nods along slowly with a pleasant smile on his face as the inn keeper speaks. The explanation seems reasonable to him from the looks of things and he certainly isn't opposed to sharing his company.

He gives a respectful nod as thanks to the offer of food being sent over to them, though there is a sense of relief once the inn keeper heads away.

Ah. Relief...? Perhaps not; he isn't especially nervous. No, it's something else, or if it is relief then it's simply a relief of being rid of the distraction so that he may now refocus his attention more closely on the young man who will be sharing his room for the night.

He watches the boy out the corner of his eye while the inn keeper was talking, but once it is the two of them alone he's able to take in more details in a glance. Nonplussed by the cold (Pure endurance, or something else?), stern looking (What experiences may have caused such a defensive outer shell?), Asian-looking (What part of the Far East?), and bearing a cross upon his chest.

Ahhh.Well now. Sharing a ( ... )

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What he doesn't know...? kandescence December 16 2011, 00:41:53 UTC
[Kanda watches the top hat as it's set down on the table, his eyes lingering there for a moment. It's an item of gentleman's apparel which looks like it's been used to something less than a gentleman's standard of care.

Not that it appears to have suffered any careless handling, but rather that it's probably seen more kinds of weather and perhaps more of the roadside than a top hat usually would. He would wonder what sort of person it was that such a thing belonged to...if he was inclined to be inquisitive about people at all.

As it is, his first impression is of a cultured man who's not so pretentious or materialistic as to be prissy about a hat, and that, the swordsman figures, is probably enough to be getting on with: from that he decides that he can be passably polite while inviting only the most minimal conversation. He looks into the man's face as he answers, simply.]

I'm fine.

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3. nebensonne December 4 2011, 00:19:05 UTC
[ stay up there, she had told him, for the time being. he still remembers the red velvety shape of her mouth, stretching and tugging upwards when she said it. her bright blue eyes watching him dispassionately, like she was scrutinising something very small in her vision, some speck in front of her.

( maybe a walk will do you good, giovanni. maybe you'll be more useful when you've been away, for a while?giovanni hadn't questioned her judgement, or complained. that's normal; he never does, because he never has any reason to. even listening to an order or recalling it ringing in his ears as an echo of a sound, that's enough to bring that surging feeling of urgency, the obedience of a well-trained dog. maybe it will make him useful. maybe, given enough time, she'll see some point in him ( ... )

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:') 14th_clown December 4 2011, 14:14:14 UTC
[Churches were such fascinating places, with all their past worship etched into the walls, the lingering words of praise unto God, and all the lingering impression of sin.

It was the sin in the space of forgiveness that interested him--the duality of thinking of the congregation as sinners and yet simultaneously acting like their rituals melted the humanity away. For that was the sin after all, wasn't it? It was in their very flesh, so the teachings implied.

The hypocrisies of the church, and its various related arms and subtle grasping fingers, amused him.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...

And what whispered confessions were cooed into the ear of the man behind the screen? I have stolen. I have committed adultery. I have spoken the Lord's name in vein. I have killed someone. I enjoyed it, Father ( ... )

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u////u nebensonne December 4 2011, 22:35:37 UTC
[ giovanni watches the other figure silently as he rises, melting out of the grey and black shadows that dominate every surface and into the light of murky, stained glass. only that smiling, soft voice dominates, and the steady drip, drip of water from his hair, hitting the slate. he doesn't bother to dust off the snow that still clings, diminishing, to his shoulders. he's too distracted with that presence, and the long shadow he drags across the floor, resting at giovanni's feet ( ... )

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... /beckons 14th_clown December 9 2011, 22:35:29 UTC
Do I not?

[There's an upward incline of surprise in his voice as he speaks this time as he briefly glances down at himself in mock-disbelief. It's clowning, there's little else to it, as it's clear that he knows as well as this boy that he is no man of god.

When he pauses in his self-examination to look up once again the smile has not faltered but if anything it has altered from something polite to something a little more openly amused.]

Ah... I suppose if I do not look much like one then I must not be. It is just as well--I'm not suited for such things.

[His dark eyes track the young man as he moves, watching his body language, the way he carries himself, the manner in which he speaks. So many straight, taunt, trained lines in that body: the suit highlights this well. Of course he had no idea what manner of training was involved, and it could be any number of things, but humans don't align themselves on their own--they are cracked into place, made to stand upright, speak clearly, correct that attitude, that attire is not ( ... )

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... /lured. nebensonne December 11 2011, 05:01:10 UTC
[ ... he hadn't been concerned, at least.

it takes a while for it all to sink in, if less for his dense, overly-polite manner of speech as how unexpected his statements are. by the time he's done, giovanni's stance is visibly tighter, his shoulders half-hunched and his hand has flinched up a little bit, dragged up the fine, damp-darkened suit towards his abdomen - caught out by mana's unexpected bow, he'd started to reach for his gun unthinkingly. only now, as mana introduces himself, does giovanni slowly lower his hand again, exhaling softly through his nose ( ... )

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