INACTIVE - Appointments - IC

[relinquishing]

"Sit back, relax, prop your feet up if you need to. Let me get you something to drink, and we'll talk!"

One-on-one meetings, conversations, backthreading, LJ-thread-pickup, and any other encounters that we might need to work out outside of regular logs can be placed here.

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1)Vatheon or Luceti
2)Date the thread takes place
3)[Voice], [Text], or [Action]

If we're backthreading/moving from LJ, please link back to the previous thread!

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[clumsyblonde]

[12-2-11, Action. Continuing from here, such an old thread xD

She smiles and rubs the back of her head.] It was made of wood, not stone. I don't think I was injured...It was during spring cleaning several years ago so I don't remember.

[12-2-11 - Action]

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[He chuckles awkwardly. That makes a little more sense... although the building would still have to be pretty fragile for a girl her size to make a hole through the wall. Or she was just. Really talented. Yeah, he'll go with that.

IN THE MEANTIME: the merry twosome has made their way across the plaza, and Colette will probably be able to see the windows of a small clothing shop ahead. Guy cocks his head towards the blonde girl, a grin on his face.]

Well, here we are. I'm afraid I'm not really one for shopping, haha... but I can stick around if you'd still like some help.

[12-2-11 - Action]

[clumsyblonde]

[She's just really talented. Her eyes widen as she sees the store.]

I can really just go in and get something I like? [Yep, she feels like she needs to make sure again.]

I'd really like it if you helped me! I've never actually gone shopping for clothes alone before. [...hopefully he won't think about that too hard.]

[Video - 12-13-11]

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[Continuing from here:]

[Guy nods.] That's an admirable trait. Don't give up on that, Shing. It makes Kohaku that much luckier to have you in her life, after all.

[Video - 12-13-11]

[oursomalink]

Ah... thanks, Guy. Though I think it's the other way around... I'm really happy to have Kohaku in my life.

[Video - 12-13-11]

[relinquishing]

Haha, either way works.

In the end, though, you two seem to have something awfully special. It's actually kind of cute! [He is saying that without any sort of shame in his tone, yep.]

[Action - 12-23-11]

[relinquishing]

[Continuing from here:]

[Guy was used to the cheery Anise, so that familiar expression of glee was a welcome sign. Shame that it disappeared so quickly...]

It's odd, but hey, not every community needs currency or trade to survive. Even though the city is mostly foreigners, it seems like it still gets its supplies and revenue from somewhere else entirely -- ah, hold on.

[He's going to scoot for a second to go grab a towel from one of the stands around the plaza. Thre's no need for Anise to walk around all soaked like that, after all.]

Sorry really late

[marionettetamer]

[ Anise keeps her eyes looking straight forward as she followed Guy. Thanks to him she was getting out of her slump and collecting herself. She knew that she had to just pretend everything's okay again. She should be able to keep the act up. That's what the girl thought in her mind though. It was difficult to pretend everything was okay for once. ]

I guess not...if it can run without it.

[ She might have displayed a brief intrigued look on her face as she looks around. She heard him but she didn't look his way as she finally took a glance at what was surrounding them. ]

[LUCETI | May 13th - May 21st]

[relinquishing]

[After the events of the 13th, Guy has been whisked off to recover from his injuries, away from the Fabre boys. His journal, although with him, remains untouched the entire week. Any voicemails, messages, notes - they all pile up, unanswered, until the evening of the 21st.

On the 13th, Guy has been brought to one of the spare rooms of Community House 2 for immediate assistance and the removal of that pretty nasty Daathic Fonic Arte. He remains unconscious for most of the day due to the effects of the curse slot and he won't be particularly responsive to anyone once he finally wakes up (outside of whoever is there when he first opens his eyes).

From the 14th to the 18th, Guy will be moved to the clinic just south of the plaza. He's quieter, withdrawn - much broodier than normal - but surprisingly willing to talk about anything and everything that isn't related to what just happened. Sure, I'm wrapped in bandages, but hey, let's talk about your day!

The 19th will find Guy... well, gone. Missing from his room at the clinic, dismissing himself and wandering out regardless of his current condition. He has only one person he wishes to talk to. Now, before a certain God General returns.

The remainder of the day, as well as the 20th and 21st, one can expect the blonde to be locked up in his and Luke's shared apartment at Community House 1, refusing to answer the door unless there is a particularly good reason. For all extents and purposes, he isn't home. Not unless you bang on that door particularly loud.]

May 13th

[distressedude]

[With the curse slot removed, all that was left was for Guy to wake up. Perhaps it was for the best that he hadn't simply woken up right away -- after performing the proper arte to remove the curse slot, Ion very nearly passed out himself. His mind was still reeling from what had happened earlier, and he still didn't even known whether Luke was okay or not. He had to be. He had to be. And right now, Ion had to believe that he was.]

[He's the only one left in the room by now, sitting in a chair by Guy's bedside with a journal nearby so he can call for assistanace once Guy is ready to be moved to the clinic. Despite how tired he is, he can't even bring himself to start nodding off. He had to be awake when Guy woke up. He needed to hear what happened, what he remembered, just to be certain... even if he already has a fairly good idea.]

[relinquishing]

[The first thing he felt was pain.

The pain of fatigue, of combat, aching in every bone and joint and muscle; The sting of open wounds on his arms, his shoulders, a sharp discomfort shooting through his back and one of his wings every time he took in a breath.

The ache that lingered in his mind, however, was different. It hurt in an eerily familiar way... Almost as if someone had been holding his head between their hands in a death grip, pressing and pressing for an unspeakable amount of time before suddenly letting go. It was that feeling, of a sudden release of tension, the absence of pain and restriction causing its own type of discomfort...

So it isn't a surprise when he finally stirs, his face tightening with a quiet groan before his eyes finally open. W-where-- what--

...

And then he catches the glimpse of green hair out of the corner of his eye, and he turns his head to see who it was sitting beside him...]

...Ion?

May 18th

[fourteen]

[ ... she waits several days before going. She isn't even really sure she wants to. Can anything be gained by talking to him?

Luke hasn't said a word about what happened. But she'd noticed Guy there, of course. And with Asch dead...

... she remembers last time Guy was here. And now, too -- she knows what sort of person he seems. Why would he have...?

But who else could have done it?

... she hates herself for even suspecting. But if anyone might know the truth, it would be him. So she goes, a little scared, but trying to keep her chin up. This has been a long, dark week. ]

... Guy?

[relinquishing]

[It's been a quiet week so far - what Guy was expecting, honestly - so any visitors caught him by surprise. The voice in the door now was no exception, and he starts a bit at the sound of it. But hey, it's someone he recognizes, at least, and he slowly sits himself up in the bed as she makes her way in.

His right arm is wrapped from wrist to elbow, back and shoulders bandaged, one wing secured tightly down while the other lay weakly folded against his shoulder. Parts of his upper arms, particularly the right, are still bandaged here and there, but mostly are open, showing the scars of wounds that looked older than the rest. It's a rather awkward sight, coupled with how shaky he is as he nonchalantly leans his arms against his knees... and a definite contrast to the casual smile that's on his face.]

Well, hey there. [His voice is still as lighthearted as ever, if not a bit quiet, rough and tired around the edges. But it certainly doesn't bear the weight she might expect.] Can't say I expected a visit from you this week, Xion, haha. It's nice of you.

May 17th

[silversnowfall]

[It's taken her a while to come and see him. There were a lot of things in her own house that needed to be handled, and she thought he would want his space.

But after promising Luke she would come to see him...well. It's hard not to, in that case.

Knock knock.]

[relinquishing]

[It had been a slow day. Not too many nurses. Not too many visitors. So Guy had, in fact, drifted off into a nap for most of the afternoon.

He's not quite a heavy sleeper right now, though, and the gentle knocking against the entrance of his room is just enough to stir him. He blinks groggily at the doorway for several long moments before his face draws up in a smile of recognition.]

Hey, Nephry. It's good to see you.

[Sure did hold his tongue on using her title that time. Good boy.]

[May 20th]

[fabrecation]

[It's late at night by the time Luke makes it back to the apartment. He spent the entire day by Asch's side, not leaving for any reason, helping him get around and to let him see through his eyes.

Now, Asch is finally asleep, and Luke spent more time to watch his chest rise and fall and making sure that Asch was deeply asleep. After that, though, Luke needed to go back to the apartment. The horror in his stomach never left, and he just... needed some time. To get his strength back after it was lost for so long, because he knew Asch would need it. To sleep in his own bed. To... be with Guy for a little while. They had reconciled while Luke himself was in the clinic, and... right now, even knowing that Guy was the reason behind Asch's penalty, he just. Needed to spend some time with his best friend.

He still has the key; it had been beside his bed at the clinic, as if telling him that he should move and get some life back in him. And now, here he is. At first he knocks quietly, and when he doesn't receive a response, he fumbles for the key and does his best to open the door with his usable hand, his less dominant hand. And it's pretty clear how much he favors his left hand over his right, considering how long it takes for him just to get the key in the slot and turn it correctly.

And once he's inside, he's quiet. Maybe Guy's asleep. It was pretty late, after all. He didn't want to wake Guy up just because of some stupid little need for companionship.]

my feels are so not ready for this thread just fyi

[relinquishing]

[Guy would never admit it. But... maybe it wasn't the best idea to come back to the apartment.

There was only so much he could do in this place. Only so many ways he could work himself just a little too hard. Often Guy would find himself repeating a chore for a second or third time and feel the deeper wounds of his shoulder ache from the effort, sometimes even re-opening and bleeding out once more into the bandages. He'd stop with a grimace of pain; applying pressure, downing a gel and waiting it out, cursing himself as he did so.

He couldn't stop. He couldn't just sit and wait. But at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to face people in the village right now. He was pretty sick of receiving questions that people weren't quite willing to hear the answers to.

Luke still hadn't returned. Not that Guy had expected him to. Even with the words Luke had spoken only days before, there was still a part of Guy's mind that didn't expect him to come home. Flee to the sanctuary of life with his lover. Find Asch and cling to him, make him feel secure. Protect him.

Surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to come back here, of all places.

And yet, despite those thoughts and insecurities, Luke's bed was being re-made one too many times a day. Belongings were cleaned. Laundry was folded and put away in its entirety. One could say it was out of boredom. Or just something else entirely.

He was just plain exhausted. And he didn't quite know what to do.

But giving himself a couple days to think was... invigorating. Refreshing, in a sense. It helped calm the nerves he felt knowing that, according to the way Luceti ran, today was apparently the day that Asch would return.

Somehow.

It takes him all day to muster up the courage to check. To just... open up the journal. To see that entry or message; from Asch, maybe from Luke, saying who knows what and teasing at that twinge of discomfort twisting in his gut.

The afternoon drifts by, as does the entire evening. Only then, when Guy can't bring himself to work any longer, does he find himself dropping to a seat on his bed, his journal on his lap.

He hesitates, exhaling slowly, before turning the cover over, flipping through the pages gently for the first time in over 8 days, looking for those familiar names...

And it's then that the messages come.]

[LUCETI - Event re-direct]

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[May 31st - Luke/Xion/Guy]

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[May 31st - Luke/Xion/Guy]

[fourteen]

[ Has to stifle a giggle at Guy's comment before calling up again. ]

... do you really want us to climb it? Won't that hurt? How do you climb hair....?

[May 30th - Xion] Hi there Em, let's do something about those feels of yours

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Ah, sorry. My mistake.

[Even as the words slip out his mouth, he's casting his glance to the side to look at her when she talks about Luke, and he easily picks up on that heavy look. One so clouded and melancholic behind seemingly happy words - similar to something he'd seen in her smile when they'd spoken at the New Feather party not long after his arrival.

Something was going on. Something she wasn't quite wanting to speak about.

He shifts his weight slightly, letting the redhead in his lap squirm for a hold on his wrist... and idly start sucking on the fingertips of his bare left hand. It had been a little game of contact they'd been playing today - something that, for some reason, was giving Luke a little bit more security in the blonde's arms. He lets a more genuine smile slide onto his face, adjusting his hold around the boy with his free arm to let him lean back against his chest as he played around with the man's fingers.]

I'm glad to hear that, though.

I'm really hoping the next few months are good to him. With you. With everyone else. After meeting with death so closely, a person really deserves that kind of special happiness, you know? Not that things will be perfect - expecting that much out of life is stupidity. But ...he deserves a break. Living and moving again, finding those things that he wants to learn and explore...

Hah... Things that make him happy to have his life in one piece.

[The words are honest and light - a subtle contrast to the neutrality he'd been keeping the whole conversation. No mask. Nothing to indicate knowledge of something going on behind the scenes.

He just looks genuinely hopeful for the boy in his lap. A bit guilt-heavy, but hopeful nonetheless.

After all, why would Luke need to worry about death again anytime soon?]

[May 30th - Mieu]

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[May 26th - Natalia]

[thefirstshallbelast]

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[May 27th - Florian]

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[Guy manages a sullen chuckle, glancing down at the boy in his hold.]

...That's okay. We're not really from around here.

So I guess we're just... new. Not lost.

[...]

Hey, how long have you been following us?

[May 29th - Tear]

[thefirstshallbelast]

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[Oh come on, five feet and four inches is totally not short. Hff.

Not like Guy could have said anything about that at the time being He'd been a lot more distracted than he realized. Because to look up and see a woman that close was enough to make the teen's face instantly pale.

He scrambles backwards a few steps with a rather indignant squawk, arms flung up in front of him and voice cracking as he speaks.]

I-I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!