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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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[immortalpoet]

Do you want it to be a cautionary tale?

[Ah, the shuttle. A place to always get one's best daily dissociation in. However, this time he's not on his lonesome, so even as much as he wants to drift off into the fog of his own thoughts, he is keeping an eye on her.]

[......She IS stretching pretty high for that rung, huh. (He's practically to the ceiling, having to hunch down a bit to prevent his head from hitting it.)]

Met some people. There's some real weirdos out there.

[ignoreher]

[ does she? not really. but her whole life is a cautionary tale to some people, and she can't stop them from thinking so. especially in the city itself. their whole research group wore wax wings and looked blindingly into the sun. ]

Who's been your favorite?

[ as if he could have them. ]

[immortalpoet]

[No answer. Honestly, he expected that. It feels like to some people here, that's all they will be.]

[The shuttle lurches a little - he reaches out to her shoulder to prevent him from bumping into her. He withdraws it soon after.]

...The man named after a season was vaguely amusing, I guess.

[ignoreher]

[ this, at least, is preferable to the WARP trains, even if it means she gets jostled and touched, briefly, to be steadied or avoided. the tales she's read give a vibrant picture without ever having stepped foot on one herself.

still, whether it's just reflex or him really looking out for her (you get used to some people over time / it's easy to not be careful around her), it's progress in a way and she smiles up at him. ]

Winter? March says it's annoying that he knows he's pretty, but I don't think he's that good looking. I haven't met him yet otherwise.

[ now she really wants to... "vaguely amusing". maybe she'll seek him out and see what's all the hubbub. ]

And your least?

[immortalpoet]

He's fine. Not especially hard on the eyes.

[Such a glowing amazing compliment over here. Not especially hard! Sing more of your praises, Vergilius!]

[The next question makes his eyebrows knit together, because oh, he definitely has an answer. He practically growls his answer out.]

The practical joker who thought it was fun to prank me with his abilities.

[ignoreher]

[ okay this one she can't guess. ]

Who'd dare to mess with you [ besides her ], Mr. Red Gaze?

[immortalpoet]

Never got his name. Some man with black hair and a smug smile.

[FUCK U AND YOUR CHOCOLATE JENGA MAGIC MISTER KAITO]

[ignoreher]

I can think of like, three guys with that exact description.

[ hm... ]

What stood out about him?

[immortalpoet]

Why do you want to know?

[He lets out a gruff little noise.]

Going to go give him a scolding to protect my dignity?

[ignoreher]

If you didn't kill him on the spot, he's not worth scolding. I'd love to ask him how he ruffled your feathers.

[ that's just fun. anyway, she seems pleased for some reason besides that, shifting closer to let others pass as the train slows for the first stop of many and then stepping back once they've all shuffled out.

... her arm's getting tired already. she'll preserve. ]

Obviously my favorite person is March, but I've met a lot of others I like too... I can't really name any least favorites actually. No bad first impressions, I guess.

[immortalpoet]

Now I definitely won't tell you about him. I'm not giving him ammunition.

[There's that twitch of his hand at his side as she steps close, as to pull her in to prevent her from being trampled, but he refrains.]

March...ah. You two are peas in a pod. Cut from the same cloth. I could go on. They really breed overly friendly busybodies at some kind of factory, huh.

[ignoreher]

[ good thing too since her and kaito are also peas in a pod. ]

I'd never tell someone my secrets of handling you, Mr. Gaze. They're for my eyes only.

[ coward. hold her close see what happens. ]

I think we're the only ones like that, actually! You've just had the fortune of meeting us both. Most people I've met are more like Ishmael, which I don't really mind... but it's nice to be around someone and know they're enjoying your company.

[immortalpoet]

Handling me? What am I, a wild horse you're trying to tame?

[MALKUTH.....HORSE GIRL.........]

Mm. I guess if you need the reassurance. It doesn't matter to me, anyways. People will cozy up to you to get what they want.

[So he doesn't put much trust in that.]

[Not anymore.]

[ignoreher]

You sure feel like it

[ april fools......

though. on the topic of wanting something. they... argued about that, didn't they? or she got offended about it... kind of fuzzy. ]

What do you think I want for all my trouble with you, then? If anything.

[ stop questioning this, she'd said, frustrated and drunk, looking up at him with the same bright eyes. ]

[immortalpoet]

[Why do I need to want anything? You really can't imagine someone might want to get to know you because they're interested? Just because they want to, not because they want something from you?]

[Unlike her, the words ring out clear in his head. He never really was able to answer that directly, too distracted by the words she used after. Roland's words.]

[He opens his mouth, closes it.]

[He turns his gaze away.]

I should ask you that, I suppose. [...] I don't know.

[ignoreher]

I'm interested in you.

[ simple as that. ]

In who you are, what made you this way, what you want to do in the future -- all of that and more. I'm not expecting anything out of this, Vergilius.

[ just. she likes to get to know people, now that she has the chance. ]

[immortalpoet]

[He actually does look back at her with that, with eyes bright - like candles flickering behind grimy windows somehow in a forgotten house.]

...There's a fine line between getting to know me as a person and wanting to know me as a subject of study, Miss Weiss. Take care you don't tread into the latter.

[ignoreher]

[ they really are pretty. her hand itches, feels heavy in the rung, and she drops it to her side to clutch at the hem of her shirt instead of

what? instead of what? ]

Can I?

[ get to know him. ]

[immortalpoet]

[For a moment, his mind takes that question and helpfully supplies it with the added statement of she's asking if she can touch your face.]

[No. No, can't be that. Why did he think that? They were drunk. She literally doesn't remember.]

[He breathes out a sigh between gritted teeth, before relaxing slightly. She's looking up like its the easiest thing to stare into his eyes.]

[She should stop that.]

....Not like I could stop you if I tried.

[ignoreher]

If you were firm about it, I'd stop. You can't force someone to change how they feel about you -- I've tried.

[ and failed, again and again and again. elijah did, anyway, and she moves her gaze to the scrolling words of their next destination. shinjuku feels so far off suddenly. ]

But you've made the mistake of relenting, [ back to a lighter tone, near teasing, ] so I'll take it. No more grumping about me wanting something from you, got it?

[immortalpoet]

Have you.

[Then again, this seems to track with her. Miss Malkuth trying her best. Throwing herself at the wall. Again and again. Paddling hard.]

[He shakes his head - his bangs move with it, like he's a shaggy dog who hasn't been brushed in ages.]

I'm as stubborn as you, though. I can do what I want. [There's a light edge to his tone - also possibly teasing.] Miss Duck.

[ignoreher]

[ it sounds almost like a nice nickname rather than a disparging one and she giggles, the train slowing and more get off; she takes the chance to slip into a seat and pats the one beside her. ]

Then, if you want, take a seat. We've still got another to go... Mr. Goose.

[ less of a chance to bump into each other, but he'd better take the seat before someone else does. they are quite popular. stand in front of her for all she cares. ]

[immortalpoet]

[He might be in extremely good condition for an old man, but old men do like sitting. So he does, shifting over with a little sigh.]

[His posture is horrible, as he's leaning over with his arms resting on his legs.]

Goose doesn't even fit.

[Just saying.]

[ignoreher]

It so does! Goose are extremely aggressive waterfowl, but it's all about respect. If you understand their boundaries and let them get used to you, you'll eventually be able to sit right next to them with little issue. Feeding them helps too.

[ he's a goose...! ]

Or so I've read. Too bad there's no cute goose merch though, or I'd get us matching waterfowl.

[ look, she's taking his inch and stretching a mile. ]

[immortalpoet]

[Now he's getting a little grumpy again with that. Wow. Feeding them helps, huh.]

I don't agree with that. [A OFFENDED HUFF.] You still have a lot of ways to go than just giving me dinner.

[also]

You want matching...merch. Really.