vatheon | 006. Bad decisions

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006. Bad decisions

Who: Ronald, the residents of the Villa and anyone who could chance upon him that evening
When: 3/10 - late evening? Around 10-11?
Where: The villa - under someone's window.
Style: Whatever works~
Status: Open!

[ Picture it, Vatheon. You're settling down from bed, maybe. Perhaps you've just come back home from a long day of questing. At any rate, everything seems quiet. The rumble of the ocean seems like something to fall asleep to, right? Maybe so.

And suddenly, piercing the night, you would hear this suddenly playing near the Villa. If one were to look, one would catch sight of a rather eager bard playing his little heart out right outside the window of a certain someone at the Villa.

Fat lot that's going to do him, really, but Grell and that anonymous text from a few days ago did wonders with giving him a little hope. But at any rate, what do, Vatheon? Roll over and let the music lull you to sleep? Throw a boot?

At least it isn't bad playing, right? ]

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[Perhaps it is not the wisest thing in the world to be playing a violin under the window of a certain recently turned Cleric's window but then again... Ronald is at that age, as his motto always is right? Anyways enough digressing... As it where those once closed windows cracked open to reveal a puzzled and even somewhat annoyed Yukio.]

What in the world are you doing?

[ Okay maybe this wasn't such a good idea how could he let Grell and that anon talk him into it what was he thinking. But oh well. Here it was and here they went.

There's a sheepish little grin as he looks back up, putting down his violin. ]

Did you like it at least?

[Being a victim of a spontaneous serenade during a random case of rpg syndrome was not one of the things on his bucket list, but it was certainly a rather odd experience none the less.]

It wasn't that bad, but I think that perhaps you are a few windows short of whoever you are trying to reach. Are you trying to get a hold of someone else?

[ When this is all over, he's going to go yell at Grell for talking him into it then he's going to hide in a hole. Or... maybe just forego the yelling and hide in the hole. Period. ]

Not at all. Wager I prolly got the right target, really.

[ Keep the smile up, Ronnie. Keep it going. Stay cool. ]

[.... Right... But this is coming from the stranger that was all choked up upon seeing him. This guy just keeps getting weirder and weirder.]

Did you used to do this to the me that was here before me or am I just special?

You're prolly just special.

[ A shrug here as he turns on his heel, sighing. ]

S'not like I do this often. Decided to take the advantage of a free violin is all.

[There is a slight sigh as he pushed his hat back up to it's proper place.]

You know, it is rather bothersome to keep talking like this. It be better if you just come inside- that way you won't interrupt anyone else sleep.

[ Well that went better than he thought... ]

S'long as m'not imposing then who'm I to say no, eh?

[Better? It is just the fact that there are several other people who live within the Villa that might not be too fond of violin music.]

That is the problem- I am not sure "who'm" you are but now is just as good of a time to figure that out.

[ Oh, you blunt boy. There's a small pained look for that though but he keeps up appearances. ]

...It would be, yeah. D'you mind if I come up then?

[Shiro is annoyed at the sound because it is late and he is tired and he wants his six hours of sleep thank you very much. He lets the music go on for a good five minutes or so before it bothers him too much, and then he gets up and goes to find the source of the music. At first he thinks it's one of the kids playing their crappy music too loud, but he quickly realizes that the sound is coming from outside.

So he walks out the front door and starts circling the villa until Ronald is in sight. Ronald was okay the last time he talked, so he'll refrain from yelling at the start.]

Oi, some of us are trying to sleep! Just what are you even doing here?

[ Rut roh. Have a sheepish grin for that as he shuffles further out of the darkness where he had gone and tucked himself in. ]

Just a small tune is all, nothing serious, sir.

[ Should've seen this coming. ]

Begging your pardon if I kept anyone up. Thought the sound would've remained in this part of the villa.

Don't give me that 'small tune' crap, it's pretty obvious what you're up to.

[He's just not sure what to make of it, the Villa is pretty much 'sausage fest + Maka' and Maka's taken, so.]

I hate to break it to you, but you don't stand a chance with her. Maka is pretty enamored with Rin, and even if she was single, you're on the wrong side of the house.

[He's not 100% sure, because it's not like he tries to figure out which window belongs to whom on a daily basis, but he's pretty sure that Ronald is under either Night or Yukio's window.]

[ Oh. Death. Above.

He thought... he honestly thought it was Maka he was trying to enamor? MAKA? Ronald's torn between laughing and dying of shame now, really. ]

A... actually, sir...

[ Clearing throat and ruffling own hair now. ]

This little performance wasn't meant for Maka's ears.

[Shiro raises an eyebrow at that.]

Who's it for, then?

[He's not going to judge Ronald for his personal preferences, but he's pretty sure all the guys at the Villa are either straight or ~~Stein~~ taken.]

[ ohgodhereitcomeskillhimkillhimnow ]

Ah, would... would you believe it was for Yuki?

[There is a long

long

long pause as Shiro considers this. Because yeah, this is definitely news to him. He nearly had a heart attack when he found out Rin was dating someone, and that was when Rin talked to him about it first.

...Maybe it's just a pining?]

He never mentioned the two of you being a thing.

[It's a carefully-worded statement. He wants to find out if ROnald and Yukio are actually dating, or if this is a misguided attempt at winning Yukio's heart.]

[ Ah damn. Pangs right in the chest. But he decides to just step away and awkwardly ruffle his hair. ]

We're... we're not. But we used to be mates, honest. He came back and didn't remember we were.

M'just... a bit of a stranger to him now.

[Oh, so that's what happened. Shiro had been a little defensive before, because he's protective of his kids and all, but hearing that makes him feel a bit bad for Ronald.]

Look, I'll give you some advice, since it looks like you really need it: don't treat this like a continuation of what happened before. You'll just scare him away if you do. If Yukio doesn't remember it, start over. If you guys were 'mates' before, then you should know how to befriend him.

[ And then it hits him. Bam! Like a rocket to the face, it hits him. He had been going about this all wrong, using tactics that used to work on the ladies back home. He'd forgotten two vital things: just because something worked before wasn't a guarantee that it would again and that... well... Yuki was no lady. Trying to sweep him off his feet with the same tactics that leave General Affairs in a swoon wasn't going to do bollocks.

Instead, he should have gone got to his basics. How they became friends in the first place... and that would mean giving him space. Lots of it.

So have a very grateful reaper taking your hands, Shiro. ]

You're right! You're... you're absolutely right, sir. Blimey, I must've been daft not thinking of that sooner.

He's Yuki, after all.

[ And shaking those hands once before pulling away. ]

Thank you, sir. M'sorry about the trouble.

[Right, Ronald, Jade has a certain response to things heard in the middle of the night.

It's howling.

She can't really help it, but she starts howling out her window.

Then from down below, out of the workshop come her robot puppies, also howling.

Eventually, actual words come out of this:]

WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP, ASSHOOOOLLLLLEEEE--AWOOOOOOOO!

[ Cripes on a cracker, that's even louder than he is! So eventually he gets drowned out. ]

Blimey, Jade! M'not the one who's going to wake the rest of the Villa!

Hmm?

[Oh, it's someone she know?? She commands the pups to be silent and tilts her head at him.]

Mr. Knox...pardon my French, but what the fuck are you doing here?

[ And holding up the violin. ]

Would you believe a little night of music?

I'd believe it, but I would still question "why"? This is not really an appropriate time and...honestly, it's more annoying than anything.

Thought it was a good idea.

[ Small grin here. ]

Got a bit of an idea from a certain someone and a friend of mine... said it was the way back to someone's good graces.

...Not in the middle of the night, Mr. Knox. Besides, playing music under someone's window? That's so...oldschool! This is 2013, for goodness sake!

I'll have you know it was a bit of a hit back home mind.

[ Says the reaper from 1890. ]

Ahaha--and when was that, last century?

[She's just teasing, Ron, okay.]

[ Uh oh. ]

Couple of centuries, really, if you say it's 2013, right?

[ Thinking, scratching his head with the tip of the bow. ]

Was prolly about 18... 1890 last I read the paper.

Edited (date derp) 2013-03-20 03:55 (UTC)

Oh. Soooo...19th century?

[Yeah that sounds right.

Oh was she supposed to be more shocked by that, she shrugs.]

It's okay, dude, I know people that can actually bend time to their will, people from the 19th century or even before that being here isn't surprising.

I mean, I do not really like them playing violin in the middle of the night at my house, but that's unrelated to them as people.

Yeah, sounds about right.

[ Pause and blink. Nah, not trying to impress, miss. Just stating it as it is. There's staring though. ]

Blimey, s'that right? Not even our lot can manage that sort of thing.

Your lot? What's your lot? Is that why you smell so weird?

[Okay, not weird but...something that reminds her of death and nostalgia all at the same time.]

[ Wow geez Jade rood. ]

I'm a reaper, mind you. One of the grim reapers from London's Dispatch Department.

[ Small look of indignity. ]

And we don't smell weird.

A reaper? Like that douchebag Kid?

[But this one actually acts like he knows how to interact with people ~~besides naively taking stupid suggestions~~]

No, you definitely smell weird, I do not think I have ever smelled anything that reminds me of nostalgic things and death at the same time.

[Smelling power of a dog y'know]

Kid seemed like an alright sort when I first met him...

[ Tilting his head though. ]

Hey, what d'you mean by nostalgic? But yeah, yeah, we're reapers. Kind of like Kid but I suppose it's a bit different from his sort. Same concept though.

Like...

[What does she mean? The scent makes her feel sad but happy at the same time, that's why she calls it "nostalgic" so...]

I lost my grandpa when I was really young. There is something about your scent that is reminding me of him, but I would suppose that has something to do with you being a death entity.

[Or maybe they use the same cologne, who knows.]

[ Have a curious look for that though. ]

M'sorry to hear about that, Miss Harley. Y'know.. I never really thought about it that way, that our kind would have that sort of effect.

Bit curious to me, really.

It's okay! It was a really long time ago. I am not sure why I would be smelling something like that on you, but I suppose that is one of those things that is supposed to remain a mystery.

Maybe it's a reaper thing, eh? Who knows.

[ Small smile. ]

Should prolly take my leave now then... fancy I won't have much luck here tonight. Or any other night.

Yeah, you should go to bed, dude, staying up late is not good for you!

Oh, and...if I were you, I would not be so aggressive in romancing. Modern people don't really respond to that these days, they generally like establishing friendships and things in common first.

Where's old-fashioned romance gone, eh?

[ Have a laugh for that and a sigh. ]

Yeah, yeah alright. I'll haul arse and get myself out of here.

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