purl two | bbs / action

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

John. We need to talk.

option a;

[Rose is in the training center, fighting some of the weaker monsters. she takes them down easily enough, but doesn't seem to notice or care that they're dead. she continues to pound into them, her face completely impassive as she inflicts greater and greater damage on their still forms. obviously whatever she's looking for from this fight wasn't present]

option b;

[some time later she's in the library, knitting furiously at something as she pours over a book. her focus is completely on the book, however, and she's oblivious to the fact that some of her yarn has rolled off the table and into the heavy traffic area of the floor. you'd better be careful, it's too easy to twist an ankle in this stuff and go down.]

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[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[Well, there it is. After Jade told him the news it was only a matter of time. He'd spent however long it had been in between trying to figure out what to say and how to approach this but it was becoming rapidly clear he had no idea. Time to face the music, Egbert.]

[It's about an hour or two later before there is a response.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[looks like somebody's tipped him off if he's not asking what's up. that only serves to irk Rose further. he knows she knows and doesn't come to ask about it? jesus christ.]

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[The one who likes to fight robots looms in the fighting center.]

[Watching.]

[Just watching]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[after a few moments she becomes aware she's not alone in the center. after a few more moments she has a feeling he's not leaving she slowly pauses in her decimation of the already quite dead to shoot a wry look in hs direction]

I'm sorry, am I hogging the choice corpses?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

No.

I prefer not to fight the creatures here. I merely enjoy watching others.

[He reaches up to brush some hair back behind his ear, taking the opportunity to discreetly wipe the sweat from his brow.]

library

[tortileghostwriter]

[aaaaaand doof. he was just as absorbed in his book as he walked past and took a tumble.] Ugh. The Fall of the House of Lalonde, so soon? Before its time.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[she looks over briefly, less concerned over his well-being and more irritated at the sudden tension on her yarn line. she gives it an experimental tug to see if the ball's underneath him]

Such is the way of those who trust in the constancy of the path they walk. You're treading a structurally unsound building to begin with, after all.

[tortileghostwriter]

[yeah yeah he gets up, rolling the ball a bit closer to her.]

While I'll certainly walk both heavy and strange in the shadows, that's inherently a problem, I suppose. These shadows keep on changing, after all.

[He sits down in the chair next to her, flipping through the pages to find where he was before he fell.]

OPTION B

[wonderderp.livejournal.com]

[ Jade is looking through the library for some study materials for her new classes when... DOOF. ]

Oh gosh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

[ She notices who it is and freezes, going quiet. AAAA WAT DO ARE YOU STILL MAD AT ME ROSE ;___; ]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[she gives Jade a carefully guarded look, one eyebrow raised. after a moment of just staring her down she gives a light tug on the yarn before turning back to face her book]

It's fine.

[wonderderp.livejournal.com]

.....Are you still mad at me?

[ bffchan ;; ]

[fierybluebird]

[Option B:

He skips over the yarn, scoops it up carefully and tries to roll it up and place it next to her, whispering quietly.]

I would think it'd be hard knitting and reading at the same time.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[she glances up for a moment, lips quirking into a smile]

Knitting is busywork for the hands, not the eyes. I don't need to stare at what I'm doing to know it'll turn out well. Multi-tasking is useful like that.

[fierybluebird]

Oh? You might find a good way to keep track of the yarn then, eh? Balls roll.

[toseehimsmile.livejournal.com]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[Rose is slowly starting to wonder if a young girl beating dead bodies with knitting needles is really such a rare occurrence as to warrant all this staring.

oh, but this one seems to be her roommate. that's a little more understandable.]

I'm sorry, did you need something?

[toseehimsmile.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. I was just watching you fight and was curious about your way of fighting.

and option a too. because why not.

[tortileghostwriter]

[And a blinding flash as a focused blast of heat and light slams into one of the still-moving ones. Full Blackest Knight + Midknight Cape ensemble, Spiral Stairmitar and Lensing Aegis. ]

They're long-dead, Rose. Leave them.

[He moves quickly, disappearing and then reappearing in air, whirling once to build up momentum for a strike as the crackling fell blade hews a T-Rexaur's head from its neck. Instant light bullshit movement again, standing near her now.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[oh you are such a fucking showoff. Rose flips one of her needles idly, unable to fully keep the sour expression off her face]

I think that I know well enough when something has shuffled off this mortal coil. Perhaps I just enjoy mutilating corpses.

[tortileghostwriter]

[you're just as bad when you get your horrorterror weapons. just a bit of lineface in return.]

I'd always suspected that mother's parenting style gave rise to budding sociopaths, but without data from other cases, it was pure conjecture. Fascinating.

[Your Dave is showing, David. he isn't serious but if something's bothering you rose he kind of wishes you'd say something.]

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

[Pretty easy to trip over, yeah, but John spots the roll of wool before it manages to snare his ankle and trip him over, winding the little ball over and over until it leads him back to Rose's desk.]

Hey Rose! I think you dropped this.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[WOW THIS IS THE WORST TIMING TO MEET AN ALTERNATE EVER since she kind of thinks he's her John. she subtly gapes a little before coolly taking the yarn]

It wasn't dropped, but thank you all the same.

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

[SORRY MAN BUT JOHN'S GOTTA DO WHAT A JOHN'S GOTTA DO i.e picking up ladies' lost balls of yarn.]

Oh, rolled away by itself then? Maybe I should have left it to explore! [He sniggers and takes a seat across from her quite without thinking about it; exactly as he would have done if he were at home.] What'cha reading?