[SCENE: Franziska and Daryan in "Daryan might finally go on a date."]
(OOC: This takes place on a day after Klavier gives Daryan Franziska's number after the trial. Also, feel free to criticize my handling as Daryan because I SUCK at doing anything outside of being a jerk when it comes to writing.)
Daryan *Daryan is in his bedroom, an orderly room, with a made bed, posters of numerous rock bands, his guitar Anna resting in the corner and bottles of hair gel on his dresser. He is currently pacing back and forth in his room with the computer monitor showing Franziska's phone number on it. His hands are still bandaged and tender so he avoids putting them together behind his back while he is pacing* Man, should I really do it? I mean, what's the worst that can happen...Other than she whips the tar out of me.
Franziska: *Franziska's just arriving home after work, setting a few papers on her desk as she enters. She sits down and begins skimming LiveJournal before she examines the files.*
Daryan: *Daryan picks up a coin from his dresser and holds it in between his index finger and thumb* Heads, I call. Tails, I don't. *Daryan flips the coin, wincing slightly from the motion and lets the coin drop on his bed showing heads* Ah crap....
Franziska: *She glances over a few entries-- nothing new, really-- and spots Daryan's ranting about Kristoph.* Hm. ...Interesting.
Daryan: *Daryan grabs the phone and starts dialing Franziska's number.* This better work.
Franziska: *She turns as her cell phone rings nearby, expecting it to be Miles or Adrian.* ...Hello?
Daryan: *Daryan freezes a moment but goes for talking* This is Franziska von Karma, right?
Franziska: Y-yes. *She's momentarily taken aback by what seems like an unfamiliar voice, and frowns, standing up.* ...Who is this?
Daryan: My name is Daryan Crescend. We met at the investigation for the People Park murder awhile back.
Franziska: Crescend? *Her voice grows angrier.* How did you--?...Gavin.
Daryan: Hmm? You say something? *Daryan is thinking of some lie that could work for why he is calling* Anyway, I was calling to say...that Klavier wanted me to apologize about that whole thing.
Franziska: *She scoffs.* If Mr. Gavin wanted you to apologize--which seems unlikely in and of itself--I sincerely doubt he would go through such a roundabout method of stealing my personal phone number.
Daryan: Hey, Klavier is a different kind of guy, man. He does odd things to get his way, like pouting.
Franziska: *That she can't argue with.* ...All right. Assuming he did come up with this foolishly convoluted plan... I am awaiting an apology.
Daryan: *Daryan clears his throat a bit...Clearly, he has never actually said sorry to anyone, much less MEAN it.* I'm..sorry. I'm sorry for acting like a punk like that. I didn't know you were an actual prosecutor and Klavier told me to keep the public out.
Franziska: *Franziska feels, privately, fairly pleased.* Hmph. And are you always so... crude towards strangers, Daryan Crescend?
Daryan: Hmph. I prefer to call it being honest. And it saves time since it gets to the point.
Franziska: Honest? Firstly, Mr. Crescend, you are here to apologize-- you hardly have the right to be self-righteous. And secondly... I would hardly call threatening and insulting me "being honest."
Daryan: *Daryan is stunned by the comeback. Apparently, Daryan sucks at lying or making excuses for his actions* Hey, if I remember correctly, any "threats" happened after you hit me with that whip of yours. *trying to turn the argument around* Do you always whip strangers like that?
Franziska:...I whip fools who deserve to be whipped-- and I believe that preventing me from entering a crime scene which I had the right to investigate falls under that category.
Daryan: And as I already said, man, I didn't know you weren't some rubberneckin' loser. It was just seconds after Klavier told me to keep people out that you came waltzin' in like you owned the place. He didn't exactly give me a list of who should or should not be in there, ya know?
Franziska: Regardless, it was inappropriate behavior. *She sighs.* However, I accept your apology.
Daryan: ...Thanks.
Franziska: Now. If that is all you needed to ask of me, I have business to attend to.
Daryan: Actually, there is one other thing...*Daryan pauses, trying to think of a way to say the next part.*
Franziska: ...Yes?
Daryan: Would you mind...if we met for lunch or something?
Franziska: *She freezes, dumbstruck, and the only thing she can think to say is:* What...?
Daryan: *Hesitates a bit, but hears that she hasn't disconnected the call.* Hey, that wasn't exactly easy for me to ask. I mean you whipped me the second we met, I didn't want to see what you would do once we know each other's names.
Franziska: Yes, I realize that, so why...? *She pauses, pressing a hand to her temple.* You are asking me on a date, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: Why? *Daryan pauses to think of something that might work* Well, to be honest, you are practically the first girl I have seen with an actual spine in her body, that's interesting. Seen too many divas whine and cry over every stupid thing.
Franziska: I... I suppose, but you-- *She stops suddenly, remembering her talk with Miles just a short while ago: "It might not be who you expect."* *She takes a deep breath before continuing.* Lunch, you said?
Daryan: *Daryan smirks a bit, thinking that he has won.* Right, just lunch.
Franziska: *Every nerve in Franziska's body is going against this, but she decides-- just once-- to try it.* ...Very well, Mr. Crescend. You will pick me up at noon sharp... and if there is the slightest trace of poor behavior on your part, I will leave immediately. Is that understood?
Daryan: Noon tomorrow...Let me type that down, my hands aren't good enough to hold a pen yet. *Daryan starts typing a note to himself on the computer* Know a place in mind to go?
Franziska: Your hands...? Ah. Of course. *She thinks.* There is a small cafe a block away from the prosecutor's office-- I believe that would be suitable.
Daryan: *Daryan types down the meeting place* Okay, got it. I'll be there.
Franziska: Good. ...I will see you tomorrow, in that case.
Daryan: Okay. Goodbye...Franziska.
Franziska: *She balks at the name usage, but decides it's probably only appropriate.* ...Goodbye. *She stares at the phone for a long moment after hanging up, wondering what exactly she's agreed to.*
Daryan: *Daryan puts the phone back on the receiver and exhales* That...actually worked? *Daryan sits on the bed and starts to laugh* Hehehe...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
*Daryan's laughing fit was interrupted by pounding coming from the floor below*
Daryan's Dad: HEY, YOU STUPID PUNK! CUT THAT RACKET OR GO OUT AND GET A JOB!
Daryan: *shouts back down* SHUT YOUR TRAP, OLD MAN! YOU AIN'T THE BOSS OF ME ANYMORE!
(OOC: The following entry is private so no one can read it but Daryan.)
Heh heh heh...Looks like that whole thing with that Franziska diva went well. I didn't even expect that she would say yes, she must want something out of this like I do.
It's really simple. It never hurts to have another prosecutor or other law enforcement dude to help me out, might need it if I get the urge to deck B.B. or if Cravat is true to his word and would try to block me from gettin' into the academy. The fact that she's his sister is a bonus. That and she's easy on the eyes as well so that outta shut up some of these people who think I'm dating Klavier, like Fish or Labcoat.
Plus it's not like I was lying outside of why I called her, man. It is kind of refreshing to see a girl like that with an actual spine.
Daryan *Daryan is in his bedroom, an orderly room, with a made bed, posters of numerous rock bands, his guitar Anna resting in the corner and bottles of hair gel on his dresser. He is currently pacing back and forth in his room with the computer monitor showing Franziska's phone number on it. His hands are still bandaged and tender so he avoids putting them together behind his back while he is pacing* Man, should I really do it? I mean, what's the worst that can happen...Other than she whips the tar out of me.
Franziska: *Franziska's just arriving home after work, setting a few papers on her desk as she enters. She sits down and begins skimming LiveJournal before she examines the files.*
Daryan: *Daryan picks up a coin from his dresser and holds it in between his index finger and thumb* Heads, I call. Tails, I don't. *Daryan flips the coin, wincing slightly from the motion and lets the coin drop on his bed showing heads* Ah crap....
Franziska: *She glances over a few entries-- nothing new, really-- and spots Daryan's ranting about Kristoph.* Hm. ...Interesting.
Daryan: *Daryan grabs the phone and starts dialing Franziska's number.* This better work.
Franziska: *She turns as her cell phone rings nearby, expecting it to be Miles or Adrian.* ...Hello?
Daryan: *Daryan freezes a moment but goes for talking* This is Franziska von Karma, right?
Franziska: Y-yes. *She's momentarily taken aback by what seems like an unfamiliar voice, and frowns, standing up.* ...Who is this?
Daryan: My name is Daryan Crescend. We met at the investigation for the People Park murder awhile back.
Franziska: Crescend? *Her voice grows angrier.* How did you--?...Gavin.
Daryan: Hmm? You say something? *Daryan is thinking of some lie that could work for why he is calling* Anyway, I was calling to say...that Klavier wanted me to apologize about that whole thing.
Franziska: *She scoffs.* If Mr. Gavin wanted you to apologize--which seems unlikely in and of itself--I sincerely doubt he would go through such a roundabout method of stealing my personal phone number.
Daryan: Hey, Klavier is a different kind of guy, man. He does odd things to get his way, like pouting.
Franziska: *That she can't argue with.* ...All right. Assuming he did come up with this foolishly convoluted plan... I am awaiting an apology.
Daryan: *Daryan clears his throat a bit...Clearly, he has never actually said sorry to anyone, much less MEAN it.* I'm..sorry. I'm sorry for acting like a punk like that. I didn't know you were an actual prosecutor and Klavier told me to keep the public out.
Franziska: *Franziska feels, privately, fairly pleased.* Hmph. And are you always so... crude towards strangers, Daryan Crescend?
Daryan: Hmph. I prefer to call it being honest. And it saves time since it gets to the point.
Franziska: Honest? Firstly, Mr. Crescend, you are here to apologize-- you hardly have the right to be self-righteous. And secondly... I would hardly call threatening and insulting me "being honest."
Daryan: *Daryan is stunned by the comeback. Apparently, Daryan sucks at lying or making excuses for his actions* Hey, if I remember correctly, any "threats" happened after you hit me with that whip of yours. *trying to turn the argument around* Do you always whip strangers like that?
Franziska:...I whip fools who deserve to be whipped-- and I believe that preventing me from entering a crime scene which I had the right to investigate falls under that category.
Daryan: And as I already said, man, I didn't know you weren't some rubberneckin' loser. It was just seconds after Klavier told me to keep people out that you came waltzin' in like you owned the place. He didn't exactly give me a list of who should or should not be in there, ya know?
Franziska: Regardless, it was inappropriate behavior. *She sighs.* However, I accept your apology.
Daryan: ...Thanks.
Franziska: Now. If that is all you needed to ask of me, I have business to attend to.
Daryan: Actually, there is one other thing...*Daryan pauses, trying to think of a way to say the next part.*
Franziska: ...Yes?
Daryan: Would you mind...if we met for lunch or something?
Franziska: *She freezes, dumbstruck, and the only thing she can think to say is:* What...?
Daryan: *Hesitates a bit, but hears that she hasn't disconnected the call.* Hey, that wasn't exactly easy for me to ask. I mean you whipped me the second we met, I didn't want to see what you would do once we know each other's names.
Franziska: Yes, I realize that, so why...? *She pauses, pressing a hand to her temple.* You are asking me on a date, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: Why? *Daryan pauses to think of something that might work* Well, to be honest, you are practically the first girl I have seen with an actual spine in her body, that's interesting. Seen too many divas whine and cry over every stupid thing.
Franziska: I... I suppose, but you-- *She stops suddenly, remembering her talk with Miles just a short while ago: "It might not be who you expect."* *She takes a deep breath before continuing.* Lunch, you said?
Daryan: *Daryan smirks a bit, thinking that he has won.* Right, just lunch.
Franziska: *Every nerve in Franziska's body is going against this, but she decides-- just once-- to try it.* ...Very well, Mr. Crescend. You will pick me up at noon sharp... and if there is the slightest trace of poor behavior on your part, I will leave immediately. Is that understood?
Daryan: Noon tomorrow...Let me type that down, my hands aren't good enough to hold a pen yet. *Daryan starts typing a note to himself on the computer* Know a place in mind to go?
Franziska: Your hands...? Ah. Of course. *She thinks.* There is a small cafe a block away from the prosecutor's office-- I believe that would be suitable.
Daryan: *Daryan types down the meeting place* Okay, got it. I'll be there.
Franziska: Good. ...I will see you tomorrow, in that case.
Daryan: Okay. Goodbye...Franziska.
Franziska: *She balks at the name usage, but decides it's probably only appropriate.* ...Goodbye. *She stares at the phone for a long moment after hanging up, wondering what exactly she's agreed to.*
Daryan: *Daryan puts the phone back on the receiver and exhales* That...actually worked? *Daryan sits on the bed and starts to laugh* Hehehe...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
*Daryan's laughing fit was interrupted by pounding coming from the floor below*
Daryan's Dad: HEY, YOU STUPID PUNK! CUT THAT RACKET OR GO OUT AND GET A JOB!
Daryan: *shouts back down* SHUT YOUR TRAP, OLD MAN! YOU AIN'T THE BOSS OF ME ANYMORE!
(OOC: The following entry is private so no one can read it but Daryan.)
Heh heh heh...Looks like that whole thing with that Franziska diva went well. I didn't even expect that she would say yes, she must want something out of this like I do.
It's really simple. It never hurts to have another prosecutor or other law enforcement dude to help me out, might need it if I get the urge to deck B.B. or if Cravat is true to his word and would try to block me from gettin' into the academy. The fact that she's his sister is a bonus. That and she's easy on the eyes as well so that outta shut up some of these people who think I'm dating Klavier, like Fish or Labcoat.
Plus it's not like I was lying outside of why I called her, man. It is kind of refreshing to see a girl like that with an actual spine.