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“Perhaps it would be smarter for now to focus on the amount of damages that need to be avoided since the earthquakes have happened.”
❝ Normally that would be the case, wouldn’t it? But with things like this, there’s not much we can do if whoever is behind this decides to make all our efforts for naught. Besides, who knows what information we can get from that little voice, if any at all, hm? ❞
❝ My, my... aren’t any of you remotely curious as to what that voice was that spoke at the beginning of this little tragedy? You’re more than welcome to run in aimlessly to save people like some kind of hero, but the least you could do is worry about that little bit, too. ❞
“..Oh shut up.”
That was something of a private thing, although he’s not at all surprised that she was aware of what went on inside his room. Still, he glossed over her teasing, nigh immune to them at this point. He’d retaliate, but he saw no point in fanning that flame. That said, Lotti here was getting better and better each day when it came to finding chinks in his armor.
“Moving your shit around is a pain in the ass anyway. You can just hire people for that, if you really wanted to.” A pause as a thought presents itself from the direction of their conversation. “Hey. Isn’t it about time that you got something bigger than this?”
He gestured to the house’s entirety. She probably already figured out what he was talking about. The scientists, despite their jerkass tendencies, where generous enough to award long-time participants of their experiments with luxury and comfort.
“Well…?”
mischievous is the chuckle which she proffers, always finding enjoyment and poking minuscule fun at the esper himself. Instead, there is naught but a smile thereafter, deciding to give him a form of reprieve before his irritation sunk in too much. For how long they have known each other, there was a point she knew when to ease on her teasings and when to continue forthwith on them. Even so, the subject was to change at his motion toward the housing itself.
Roseate hues glance upward in thought, having remembered the ranking she has appropriately claimed amongst the inhabitants after so long.
❝ Hm? You think sooo? I guess it’s about that time to where I could ask them for something a little more, ❞ she muses, arms crossing themselves beneath the carmine cloak that drapes along her shoulders. ❝ I really never thought of it before. Buuut, since you’d probably like a bit more room, too, it’s something I can manage! It’d be nice to have a manor again, anyway. ❞
❝ Cats are quite cute. But I’m much more partial to my cute, little Leon here, I must say!♥ ❞
“YOU FOOOOOOOL!”
The silver haired samurai stepped forward to confront the woman, a stern expression etched across his face. It seemed as though this had become something of a serious matter between them. Fist clenched tightly, his lips quiver in agitation as he speaks.
“To just settle for chocolate valentine’s treats would be the same as admitting defeat! Don’t you see the difference between those light snacks and a strawberry parfait?! A strawberry parfait, you know? It’s like that, you know?! That feeling when you wake up in the morning and the first thing you do is sit on the toilet for an hour! You feel the emptiness that comes from haven woken up in a groggy state and it’s almost as though you’re dead inside! But then you release! You release everything that had built up during your slumber and you feel so alive! It’s as though you’ve ascended to the heavens themselves and into the embrace of a smiling angel, whispering in your ear that everything will be alright! You aren’t dead! You’re alive! Stand up from that toilet and celebrate the fact that you’ve woken up to see another day! THAT’S WHAT STRAWBERRY PARFAITS IS ALL ABOUT!”
WHAT THE HELL DOES ANY OF THAT HAVE TO DO WITH STRAWBERRY PARFAITS?!
❝ My, you’re taking this much too seriously over something as little as sugar, boy. You didn’t even answer my question! What a rude man, calling a lady like me a fool, ❞ the pout given more mocking, as if utterly heartbroken at him despite all his current despairs, if such could be claimed as that. Peculiar as he was, she could only sit in wonder of what he even rabbles about. ❝ Thooough I can’t really tell the difference between sugars like that. Sweets are sweets to me, you would be better off asking the Hatter about all the varying confections. Besides, I haven’t a clue on what a parfait is, even. ❞
“Who cares about any of that?! It’s been well over a month and I haven’t found a single place that sells strawberry parfaits! What about my needs, huh?! What am I supposed to do if I don’t get my daily dose of sugar?! Are they trying to kill me?! Am I not good enough for the scientists?! Most of the people here aren’t even from popular animes!”
❝ Oh my! How terribly tragic, isn’t it? Buuut, you would think you’d realize by now that you would be able to get your sugar from all those chocolates going for cheap after that holiday, riiiight? At least, the last several years in this place they’ve done such a thing as that. Besides, you can’t really stay dead in this city, you knooow. ❞ A slight pause thereafter. ❝ Hoh? I haven’t a clue what an anime is either, sir. ❞
❝ My, it’s nearly that day to celebrate your significant other, isn’t it? You have to wonder just how many times it comes along before people start running out of cute ideas to lavish their partner in. Thooough, I guess this city is unique enough to never know what those scientists might throw at us during times as that, too, hm? ❞
( ♫*◞eterno
If only he knew what a great movie it apparently was. The city-born citizens filed out of the movie theatre before he could eat a single marshmallow, chatting rapidly over how great the film was while the mafioso was left to curse the awful city’s time.
He exited the theatre’s doors and left through the main entrance, any anticipation over the film dying quite quickly. At the very least, he could still enjoy his full bad of marshmallows.
But the city didn’t want to stop there. It sped through the movie, calmed, and then decided to halt completely– stepping out into the street he was met with a flood of gold, the city painted by the sun’s golden hour right before sunset.
At least it would stay at this time for a while.
Heading down the street towards his home residence shared with the Baskerville, he passed by only a few animated citizens, pointing out the ones here for the sake of the experiment. He didn’t bother to stop and talk, continuing on down the road at his own leisurely pace.
Until she entered his field of vision.
But she wasn’t exactly as he remembered.
Her features were the same, the unique cotton candy colour of her hair and eyes making her distinguishable no matter how differently she dressed. Her hair style, her fitted dress, even the more innocent look on her face– she was clearly different, but she was still his Charlotte.
A different era?
“Hmmm. ~♪” His humming followed him as he skipped to her, standing in front of her to halt her advancement. “You’ve gone and dressed up completely different. You look adorable in anything, don’t you?
“Lotti.”
@luaneshe
Owning a home was a peculiar thing indeed, especially one that was not of the manor she has grown all too in tune with back in the confines of Sablier. Although it was peculiar, she could not help but find a deep pleasure in knowing that wherever she was, she has been able to attain a home of her own; the very aspect alone something she was once robbed of come the day the lights had entered her body so.
Ah, but it is in these thoughts that carmine heels clack along the cement in her exit of the housing, having examined it moments prior to her leaving that misfortune finds her in the slightest way. Only upon locking it does she turn, nigh colliding with the white clad male in a fit of a gasp. One foot steps backward, slamming against the steps leading to her front door as she tumbles backward upon the ground, her gown fluttering upward momentarily as she gathers herself together from her wildly beating heart.
❝ H-Hey! Watch where you’re going--! ❞
What blink comes next from her is not due to the familiar features which she should have recognized with ease, but that of the utterance of a nickname given to her by her proclaimed annoyance. Uncertain, the smile he gives sending the slightest shiver down her spine when accompanied by his seeming knowledge of her identity. Roseate hues are swift to narrow in sneaking suspicion as to just who might have sent this man.
❝ I don’t know how you know that name, but it’s Charlotte. The nerve of that guy, sending people to pester me with that annoying nickname he gave me. ❞
souverflamme
Perhaps it was common that a brawl might start within the streets of such a dreary city as this, lacking the splendour of her own home where what crimes were committed were merely petty thefts in comparison to such as this. Roseate hues could not take her eyes off the scene at hand, blinking once or twice as if the very predicament was merely a trick of the eyes; rather, a trick of her mind at the men in question raced back betwixt time to continue with their peculiar exchanged of fists.
Yet nobody had bothered to step in despite the bloodied mess upon the floor, the one aspect that bothered not the elegantly garbed lady. Rather, it would seem she was more in earnest at the male who so leisurely walked by in what seemed a coat meant to signify his status within the some branch of police force. Had it not been for her own hand that extends to grab his attention, it would be the earnest words that followed thereafter.
❝ You're an officer of this city, aren’t you? Doesn’t that mean you should do something about this?! Jeeze, this has been happening for at least five minutes now! ❞
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Since when had she arrived in such a foreign city, the thought itself recurring as she wandered about the cemented walkways without much concern. There is an irritation that engulfs her so at the prospect that she was not within the jurisdiction of Sablier any longer, far away from the very master whom she had devoted her life to. And, it was only lost in thought of this worry that she had barely notice the wooden sword swung toward her countenance, stumbling backward to evade the seeming stick.
Her gaze is one to lift to peruse the possible threat, her dagger already slid from up her sleeve as to defend herself if required. Only it was no threat at all, instead a mere man doing something... peculiar, at least by her own definition.
❝ H-Hey! Watch where you’re pointing that thing! ❞
White camellias, tied tight with a lavender bow, presented themselves before the mistress in red as she stood in her door frame. Behind them, a man in a casual suit with a smile as bright as the white he wore. “I’ve heard rumours of a ball this New Year’s Eve,” he started simply, “with stars and dancing to ring in the new year. And I thought, ‘wouldn’t it be great to have someone special by my side?’” Placing a hand atop his heart, he gave a polite bow, and offered up the bouquet of flowers. “Will you accompany me as my date, Miss Lotti?”
Perhaps it should be expected that one might ask her to this upcoming ball. Vanity was not something which was prominent in the elder Baskerville, knowing well her utter misfortunes in the life she has been given. That does not stop fair features from blossoming in a bout of surprise at the offer, albeit kittenish in response upon the words selected to invite her.
❝ Someone special, hmm? My, how bold!~♥ ❞ Gloved digits take the flower proffered with a cheerful smile, smelling it slightly as she taps it to her cheek thereafter. ❝ How could I refuse something like thaaat? I’d love to attend with you, Mister Byakuran! ❞
LOTTI BASKERVILLE ♕ 2015 WINTER BALL
the world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
– the hound of the baskervilles.
30. Sleep baby sleep (♪)
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Oh shit, she caught him do that? Son of a bitch, he should have been more discreet! He shifted uncomfortably from where he stood, fighting back the embarrassment that threatened to ruin his reputation as a stone-faced bastard. His tongue clicked as he looked away for a moment, the gears in his head turning, thinking for the best way to deflect her teasing.
····“Ah? You sure it wasn’t just your eyes playing tricks on you? Sounds fake, but okay.” A pathetic excuse, but it was the best he could muster in such a short moment. The esper had never been caught off-guard this bad. Shrugging and stepping away from the door for a moment, he then gestures for the other to come in, likely another attempt to deflect the topic away from his alleged smiling.
····“No reason,” he admitted. “Not much happened while you were gone. Just more bullshit from our favorite scientists. It’s Halloween now, though so expect more crap from their pockets. But as you can see, I left the house as is. I can’t be fucked with any stupid decorations.”
Once more do coral lips purse, transforming into the slightest pout at the very retort. How one such as the male before her could handle her was beyond any imagination, especially with such a teasing nature instilled within her after the tragedy itself. Thus, hands lift to her chin, a playful gasp emitting from her as if appalled by what it is he says.
❝ Awww! That’s mean, you knoooow! ❞
Only that of a moment passes to hear his response before she returns back to her usual demeanor, stepping into the house completely before finding a spot to sit comfortably. One leg crosses over the other as she props her chin upon her palm, smiling slightly toward the esper as she speaks further.
❝ I suppose that’s surprising they haven’t done anything in my absence. Usually they’re doing their best to keep us entertained, wouldn’t you say, ❞ the query more a statement than one seeking an outright answer. ❝ Also, whether you changed things or not, I really wouldn’t care. You’ve been part of this house for quite some time, you know. If I could tolerate what blood stains were left from that little vampire of yours a while back, then anything else you could do, sans destroying it, wouldn’t be an issue. ❞
❝The blond is grateful for the space given; being able to breathe properly is a wonderful thing after all. Listening to the Baskerville’s words only aids in deepening his confusion of this place. It’s a good bit of information but nonetheless, he ponders the situation, bites the inside of his cheeks as he thinks. He hasn’t even known the woman a full two years, granted there were always gaps in their interactions for obvious reasons and she never acted like she was away. Then again, that probably wasn’t her biggest priority and neither is she obligated to share something like that with him of all people if she doesn’t want to.
“That’s a bit concerning.” The boy finally speaks and then remembers. “Alice said the same thing kind of, that she was here and then she wasn’t and then she was back again. I don’t think she was here as long as you though.”
He was hoping to find a pattern but only succeeded in making himself more confused. “So is it normal around here, for people to be here longer than others or for people to leave and then come back or them to leave and not come back at all?”
Concerning, the boy claims it to be. Perhaps the elder Baskerville would take such a belief into heart if she had not been trapped within these walls for the length she had been already. Already does her kittenish demeanor fade upon the earnest nature the boy exudes on the topic, knowing well this was not the time nor place to act so coy. In the end, while they were not always allies, they had made their own reconciliation to a degree back home that she recalled; there was nothing wrong with sharing information with the blond any longer after all they’ve been through.
❝ Yes, from what I’m aware, ❞ she spoke with ease, glancing downward in thought of the subject. ❝ A lot of us have come and gone since I’ve been here. Hatter was here for a while, along with his princess. Even Master Glen had come here before, but he left just as soon as he came. That traitor, Jack... he was here for quite some time as well, but he’s been missing since. ❞
Bitter is the tone that utters such a name, remembering the few times she had to interact with the conductor of their tragedy in the past. ❝ But, what’s really concerning is that sometimes they come back without remembering their previous stay... I guess it all depends. There are those like myself and your little girl that recall everything, but others aren’t so fortunate, ❞ she explains, glancing toward the other as arms cross over her chest.
[Archer’s smile twitched for a second before he side-eyed the one who had not even tried his food yet to suggest such an outrageous claim.]
Hoh?~ Such petty tactics are best suited an assassin and I am no such. Besides, I would never stoop so low as to defile food I cooked myself with poison. If anything, I can assure you my cooking will make you want to buy our food.
❝ That’s hard to believe, you knoooow. That sounds just like what someone who wants to poison people would say. Buuut, if it really isn’t really poisoned like you claim, then you wouldn’t have a problem with partaking in a sample yourself, right, ❞ she counters, amusement in her tone at the slightest twitch in his demeanor. Deflecting her would not be so easy, especially not when boredom has taken hold. Thus, she lifts the very one she plucked from the tray up toward his mouth with an innocent smile, masking her own enjoyment at teasing the poor man in public. ❝ Now then, say ahhh!~♥ ❞
[Archer was standing in front of a small restaurant with a what seemed to be a food stall set up to cook outdoors and seemed to be cooking in a flashy way to attract customers. Suddenly he turnes towards you as soon as he finished cooking and smirks.]
Feel free to have a free sample. I’m confident in its taste.
❝ Hou? Is that so, ❞ she muses playfully, mischief glinting within roseate hues as she snatches a single sample from his generous offering to investigate before speaking loudly thereafter as to cause harmless trouble. ❝ My, my... I wonder how we’re all supposed to know that you’re a real chef and not just someone who wants to intentionally poison us all with free food! ❞
