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Log, complete
When; May 12th, evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Maria [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lorenzavirgine] & Jyabura [maten_rou]
Summary; Well, the gigantic awesome power switch-log got lost in the wides of the internets due to our stupidity, lawlz *headdesk* So here have some sappy romance log for the sake of fluff ♥
Log;
Angry. Grumpy. Pissed off. Furious. Nice adjectives that could come to a close radius of the feeling that the wolf was radiating to the smallest fiber of his being since good two weeks. Since Maria's sudden disappearance, to be exact. Her sudden disappearance in a time of a whole city full of weirdos talking about sacrifices. Really, Jyabura didn't give a fuck about the annoying sacrifice talking as he wasn't the type of guy to get blackmailed by some crazy deity megalomaniacs and their useless threats. But if anyone made the stupid decision to sacrifice any of the people he liked in this filthy place...
Anyways, no one killed and sacrificed her for some superstitious bullshit. If she was still in this place, no matter where in this City, he would have sniffed her out. As a wolf you learn to trust your nose. Even more so if you lacked this ability for a day on that weird curse were people seemed to switch their powers. And his nose told him she wasn't anywere in the City. So she had left. He heard of people leaving the City by finding exits accidentally. He wasn't even angry at her for doing so (and she did it, it was the only logical explanation). What if he would find an exit out of this place? He didn't like to think about it, but he knew he'd to exactly the same. Just to take a little look at the Grandline again. But wasn't time running differently in their worlds? When people left for a week in City time, weeks, months or even years could have approached in their worlds. What if...? If...? Whatever.
On this tepid evening he walked the veranda up and down, of course with a bottle of his favourite drink in one hand, the other put in his pocket, and listened to the sound of the crickets, the wind in the grass and the sound of his own footsteps on the wood. Kaku was no big help with his 'Has she dumped you?!'-babbling and even the stupid kitten wasn't around to waste his time. It was horrible to be drowned in... missing someone.
Two weeks. Two weeks of subtle reassurances, of a home-ish feeling yet missing something, of long distance calls. Of patting her father's shoulder, "No, they didn't actually kill me", but lo, he killed them back. Unjustified, but what did he care?! Still, a good excuse.
They didn't get Rico, though. Maria wasn't sure if she should be happy about this. She decided to be, just because she didn't wish him any harm (any deadly harm, at least) - and she had decided to be happy the time she was at home. She knew she wasn't going to stay there till the end of her time, especially not when a whole new, crazy world just had opened up before her very eyes, complete with new people, new friends and a new lover, just before vanishing. She didn't doubt the City was real, especially because she wasn't a person of such vivid, lively, long dreams, let alone hallucinations. And Crackpot City wasn't the most normal place to live in, either.
After two weeks, everything was settled. She hoped. "If I'm gone", she had said on the telephone, "it's OK. I'll be back... somewhen." For a moment, the askance silence, the heavy breath describing a big "WHAT THE FUCK" following, ran through her mind. But she had instructed him often enough. He'd trust her. She hoped.
Cautiously, she watched the threshold. It wasn't the threshold to her bedroom because her bedroom, its threshold and the rest of the flat had been destroyed by the Luscontis. Eradication of proofs, her father had claimed. She cracked a smile and slowly came closer to the sill. This one led to the kitchen. "I'll be alright", the note on the door said; the door that she slowly pushed open before trespassing the threshold.
... She opened her eyes and found herself staring at the kitchen counter. At this moment, it occured to her how silly this had to look - her, trying to get to another world via doorframes. Definetly silly, she thought and laughed, yearning filling up a certain place between her ribs. The picture of a foreign-looking plant flashed before her eyes, and the next look she took unexpectedly hit a random plant in a not-so-random place definetly called Jyabura Manor. Or something like that.
Maria practically burst into euphoric laughter, staggeringly passing other random plants that sure weren't random to a certain inhabitant of this place; at this moment though were definetly random to her. When raising her view, her gaze stumbled upon the veranda, meeting that certain inhabitant. She slightly shook her head in disbelief - she actually made it. Surely, that had been a grave decision; however, Maria didn't actually have the mind capacity free to think about this yet as her brain still was flooded by the endorphines of dimensional journey.
"Lucy!" She called out, spreading her arms. "I'm home!"
Jyabura heard someone laughing, but he didn't pay attention to it. Maybe the sake was hitting in already. Maybe the City was getting flooded by some highly annoying visitors again that... sexually harassed him the day before. One of those girls faced a sad and violent end as she just couldn't let her hands off special places and he wasn't in the mood for even more of that crap. The laughing just got louder though and he made some annoyed grunt. Girls or not, these pests were part of a curse and they'd all face the same violent fate now. But wasn't there a familiar scent in the air? And wasn't this voice familiar too? Goodness, was he that drunk already?
He let a sigh follow and put the bottle on the ballustrade of the veranda. But he didn't even have the time to let his hand go, as suddenly Maria burst into the garden. Right in front of his eyes. From nowhere, all of a sudden, laughing manically and mentioning people he never heard of. Wow, he must have been really badly drunk. But shock and surprise overwhelmed the feeling of self-pity. That much that his hand gripped the bottle and made it burst with an awfully loud sound while he stared at Maria with complete and utter disbelief. No time to mind his cut up hand and the alcohol flowing over it, even. This was just...
The wolf had no idea what to say. No idea what to think. It was just a bit too much all of a sudden. So, the only thing he could come up with was "...who the fuck is Lucy?"
A few seconds of mindless laughter later, Maria calmed down a bit, boiling the laughter down to a persistent smile.
"Ooh." It just crossed Maria's mind that Jyabura as a matter of fact wasn't too familiar with TV popculture.
"It's a catchphrase from fifties-TV", she explained. "Nevermind it. Are you OK?" She gazed vaguely at the splinters that had been a bottle before. "I missed you."
Yeah, right. Fifties. TV. Popculture. He felt like talking to Cal and this weirdest place ever called New York, or something. Pretty much intimidated by the whole situation that changed so drastically, he started to pick out the shards of glass out of his palm without much ado. And gave her a shy and confused look out of eyes that were slightly amber tinted. Maybe it... was a curse. Or the alcohol. Or some of the City's really bad jokes. Seriously, popping out of nowhere and all. What. But it just had to be her. She looked like Maria. She had Maria's scent. And she talked like her, too.
"I'm..." he started, violently dragging out a shard out of his flesh, ignoring the pain the alcohol caused that flowed into his blood. I'm what? Released? Happy? Violently happy? But the same time scared to my bones?
"I uh, missed you too!" he said surprised, not expecting that from her. But it was so typically Maria. He wanted to hug her and squeeze her to death and maybe some more, but something held him back. "Are you, I mean... were you, um..." he started to stutter and scratched the back of his neck with one hand, the one that wasn't bloody all over. "I'm really glad you're back..." he finally said and gazed down at the tip of his toes, for some reason being intimidated by her sudden arrival. But damn if not happy. But who knew what she had done in her homeworld? How much time had passed?
"Me too."
For a second, Maria just stayed where she was, not quite sure what to say after that. Then, she decided to climb the terrace at first.
"So, umm... How's it been going without me?"
Though she didn't really know what she had expected, she definetly knew that Jyabura's reaction somehow confused her. Or maybe it was just a confusion rooting in transdimensional journeys itself. For some reason, it felt a bit awkward, like talking to an ex-lover you'd meet two years later in a grocery store. Time, it was stated, passed differently in the City than in other worlds - that came to her mind just now. Jyabura didn't look much older; however, what if she actually had been missing for months?
Something in her almost awaited some seminude bitch to come out the terrace door any second. Because every city has its Solitaire.
Unsure he lifted his head up again and looked into her eyes. As if by a miracle not blushing, but obviously shy. "Well, I was a bit worried about your disapperance." A bit, hell yeah. "You know, with all this sacrifice-bullshit going around" he almost snarled, not a fan of this whole incident at all. "But I figured you weren't in the City anymore, so I guess you found a way back?" he added nervously, simply scared by the truth that was ahead of him and that Maria'd hopefully tell him. And hopefully it wouldn't be anything that broke his heart. Not that he wouldn't only have the room for it, but he'd refuse to let her brand-new husband and a bunch of kids live with him. Or something like that.
"You were gone for... I don't know, not even two weeks?" he added.
"Not even two weeks," Maria repeated, raising her eyebrows. Now time didn't go too differently in both worlds. The suspicion carefully faded out, as if a sudden break would destroy the atmosphere of the whole movie.
He wouldn't have forgotten her that fast. And as he said, he had been worried. A bit. But if he had actually suspected that she had found home in the first place...
"Did you know I was going to come back?" She asked, leaning against the ballustrade, looking down at the green.
I knew, she inwardly added but didn't pronounce.
Nervously Jyabura tried to guess what was going on in her head, but the slow repeating could mean simply everything and nothing. He struggled with himself if he should ask how long she was gone or not. But he wasn't the type to annoy people for certain informations, despite his profession. She'd tell him by herself if it was important. Based on her looks she didn't look any older. Now that he hadn't seen her for a while, he noticed how frickin' bloody young she was. Especially compared to him.
Surprised and confused, he thought about an answer. Weird question. "Well, in this place there's nothing we can constantly know. It goes against any laws of logics" he mused, being horribly rational all of a sudden. In fact he was a deeply rational and logical person, but for showing this side of his, he usually chose the wrong moments. Like this one. "W-when I found a way back, a mere month passed here while I spent three years back on the Grandline. At least that's what Kaku says" he added and started to scratch his scar before giving her a shy look. One of those A+ quality puppy eyes looks. "I didn't know, but I hoped. Those were some... horrible two weeks..." he admitted with a slight blush.
"Hmm."
Maria tilted her head.
"I definetly had better, too."
So yes, he had waited for her. Which wasn't self-evident, although likely, if those who were to wait were chosen wisely. And two weeks weren't the world. Still, they had seemed like an awfully long time to her.
She was thinking hardly enough not to notice Jyabura's quite obvious signs at first, but slowly they dawned just into her mind and made her smile.
"But things will be going up from now on, I think."
She sent a gaze sideways to meet Jyabura's.
"Back home, I told them not to worry about me so I won't have to worry about them."
They probably would do anyway, but at least Maria managed to keep a more calm head in this situation. Because she had told them. What else could a human do?
Hm.
"Does that happen often? People finding gates back home, I mean."
"Sometimes, as far as I've heard" he said shortly, being somewhere entirely different with his thoughts. Rather trying to combine the few facts she gave him. He didn't want to think about people getting away from here. It was more important that some special person had returned. Apparently the whole craptalk about their homeworlds getting destroyed were bullshit, too. To get this to know was a nice side effect.
Suddenly, he felt the whole situation was awkward and didn't fit. Something wasn't right. Was that some way to welcome back the girl you, well, love? Spontaneously he grabbed Maria's hand and held it in both of his. One palm was wet of blood and sake, the other of sweat, cold sweat. "When I figured you found a way out of this hellhole, I was glad" he admitted with unsure voice and fixed his look on her curly hair. "But at the same time, not. I uh, really missed you" he said, lowering his gaze to their hands and describing 'it broke my heart' pretty nice that way.
"I hope we can continue from that point were we stopped before you disappeared" he murmured after a while of silence, only broken by some crickets and yet again using nice synonyms for 'Well I hope you didn't get married and all in your stay home', too shy and scared to say it directly.
For a second, Maria looked down to her held hand. Then she raised the other one, slightly unsure what to do. She would have rested it on Jyabura's head, but he was just to tall not to make that look silly, so she laid it down on his shoulder instead.
"It seemed like a long time to me," she started to explain, "but I was gone for about... two weeks."
Again, she smiled.
"I've had holidays that were longer."
He still was a way too buff guy to drag him into an one-armed hug, so Maria came closer instead.
"There's nothing," she quietly said, "we can't catch up to."
Jyabura twitched from surprise. Two weeks? Time run the same in both dimensions? Either the informations he had before were wrong, or it didn't have to be a rule. "Just two weeks?" he repeated with big eyes and an unbelieving expression, but not doubting what Maria told him for even a second. "That is... awesome?" he added and already felt a lot more relieved. A deep sigh made that quite obvious.
He returned Maria's gesture with a hug because finally he dared to and leaned his forehead against hers with a smile while playing around with one of her curls. Some little habit he terribly missed in those two weeks. "I'm glad you had the chance to see your family, but I'm more glad you returned to me" he said with a smirk, his mood drastically changed to as positive as possible. "Care for some tea?"
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Maria [
lorenzavirgine] & Jyabura [maten_rou]Summary; Well, the gigantic awesome power switch-log got lost in the wides of the internets due to our stupidity, lawlz *headdesk* So here have some sappy romance log for the sake of fluff ♥
Log;
Angry. Grumpy. Pissed off. Furious. Nice adjectives that could come to a close radius of the feeling that the wolf was radiating to the smallest fiber of his being since good two weeks. Since Maria's sudden disappearance, to be exact. Her sudden disappearance in a time of a whole city full of weirdos talking about sacrifices. Really, Jyabura didn't give a fuck about the annoying sacrifice talking as he wasn't the type of guy to get blackmailed by some crazy deity megalomaniacs and their useless threats. But if anyone made the stupid decision to sacrifice any of the people he liked in this filthy place...
Anyways, no one killed and sacrificed her for some superstitious bullshit. If she was still in this place, no matter where in this City, he would have sniffed her out. As a wolf you learn to trust your nose. Even more so if you lacked this ability for a day on that weird curse were people seemed to switch their powers. And his nose told him she wasn't anywere in the City. So she had left. He heard of people leaving the City by finding exits accidentally. He wasn't even angry at her for doing so (and she did it, it was the only logical explanation). What if he would find an exit out of this place? He didn't like to think about it, but he knew he'd to exactly the same. Just to take a little look at the Grandline again. But wasn't time running differently in their worlds? When people left for a week in City time, weeks, months or even years could have approached in their worlds. What if...? If...? Whatever.
On this tepid evening he walked the veranda up and down, of course with a bottle of his favourite drink in one hand, the other put in his pocket, and listened to the sound of the crickets, the wind in the grass and the sound of his own footsteps on the wood. Kaku was no big help with his 'Has she dumped you?!'-babbling and even the stupid kitten wasn't around to waste his time. It was horrible to be drowned in... missing someone.
Two weeks. Two weeks of subtle reassurances, of a home-ish feeling yet missing something, of long distance calls. Of patting her father's shoulder, "No, they didn't actually kill me", but lo, he killed them back. Unjustified, but what did he care?! Still, a good excuse.
They didn't get Rico, though. Maria wasn't sure if she should be happy about this. She decided to be, just because she didn't wish him any harm (any deadly harm, at least) - and she had decided to be happy the time she was at home. She knew she wasn't going to stay there till the end of her time, especially not when a whole new, crazy world just had opened up before her very eyes, complete with new people, new friends and a new lover, just before vanishing. She didn't doubt the City was real, especially because she wasn't a person of such vivid, lively, long dreams, let alone hallucinations. And Crackpot City wasn't the most normal place to live in, either.
After two weeks, everything was settled. She hoped. "If I'm gone", she had said on the telephone, "it's OK. I'll be back... somewhen." For a moment, the askance silence, the heavy breath describing a big "WHAT THE FUCK" following, ran through her mind. But she had instructed him often enough. He'd trust her. She hoped.
Cautiously, she watched the threshold. It wasn't the threshold to her bedroom because her bedroom, its threshold and the rest of the flat had been destroyed by the Luscontis. Eradication of proofs, her father had claimed. She cracked a smile and slowly came closer to the sill. This one led to the kitchen. "I'll be alright", the note on the door said; the door that she slowly pushed open before trespassing the threshold.
... She opened her eyes and found herself staring at the kitchen counter. At this moment, it occured to her how silly this had to look - her, trying to get to another world via doorframes. Definetly silly, she thought and laughed, yearning filling up a certain place between her ribs. The picture of a foreign-looking plant flashed before her eyes, and the next look she took unexpectedly hit a random plant in a not-so-random place definetly called Jyabura Manor. Or something like that.
Maria practically burst into euphoric laughter, staggeringly passing other random plants that sure weren't random to a certain inhabitant of this place; at this moment though were definetly random to her. When raising her view, her gaze stumbled upon the veranda, meeting that certain inhabitant. She slightly shook her head in disbelief - she actually made it. Surely, that had been a grave decision; however, Maria didn't actually have the mind capacity free to think about this yet as her brain still was flooded by the endorphines of dimensional journey.
"Lucy!" She called out, spreading her arms. "I'm home!"
Jyabura heard someone laughing, but he didn't pay attention to it. Maybe the sake was hitting in already. Maybe the City was getting flooded by some highly annoying visitors again that... sexually harassed him the day before. One of those girls faced a sad and violent end as she just couldn't let her hands off special places and he wasn't in the mood for even more of that crap. The laughing just got louder though and he made some annoyed grunt. Girls or not, these pests were part of a curse and they'd all face the same violent fate now. But wasn't there a familiar scent in the air? And wasn't this voice familiar too? Goodness, was he that drunk already?
He let a sigh follow and put the bottle on the ballustrade of the veranda. But he didn't even have the time to let his hand go, as suddenly Maria burst into the garden. Right in front of his eyes. From nowhere, all of a sudden, laughing manically and mentioning people he never heard of. Wow, he must have been really badly drunk. But shock and surprise overwhelmed the feeling of self-pity. That much that his hand gripped the bottle and made it burst with an awfully loud sound while he stared at Maria with complete and utter disbelief. No time to mind his cut up hand and the alcohol flowing over it, even. This was just...
The wolf had no idea what to say. No idea what to think. It was just a bit too much all of a sudden. So, the only thing he could come up with was "...who the fuck is Lucy?"
A few seconds of mindless laughter later, Maria calmed down a bit, boiling the laughter down to a persistent smile.
"Ooh." It just crossed Maria's mind that Jyabura as a matter of fact wasn't too familiar with TV popculture.
"It's a catchphrase from fifties-TV", she explained. "Nevermind it. Are you OK?" She gazed vaguely at the splinters that had been a bottle before. "I missed you."
Yeah, right. Fifties. TV. Popculture. He felt like talking to Cal and this weirdest place ever called New York, or something. Pretty much intimidated by the whole situation that changed so drastically, he started to pick out the shards of glass out of his palm without much ado. And gave her a shy and confused look out of eyes that were slightly amber tinted. Maybe it... was a curse. Or the alcohol. Or some of the City's really bad jokes. Seriously, popping out of nowhere and all. What. But it just had to be her. She looked like Maria. She had Maria's scent. And she talked like her, too.
"I'm..." he started, violently dragging out a shard out of his flesh, ignoring the pain the alcohol caused that flowed into his blood. I'm what? Released? Happy? Violently happy? But the same time scared to my bones?
"I uh, missed you too!" he said surprised, not expecting that from her. But it was so typically Maria. He wanted to hug her and squeeze her to death and maybe some more, but something held him back. "Are you, I mean... were you, um..." he started to stutter and scratched the back of his neck with one hand, the one that wasn't bloody all over. "I'm really glad you're back..." he finally said and gazed down at the tip of his toes, for some reason being intimidated by her sudden arrival. But damn if not happy. But who knew what she had done in her homeworld? How much time had passed?
"Me too."
For a second, Maria just stayed where she was, not quite sure what to say after that. Then, she decided to climb the terrace at first.
"So, umm... How's it been going without me?"
Though she didn't really know what she had expected, she definetly knew that Jyabura's reaction somehow confused her. Or maybe it was just a confusion rooting in transdimensional journeys itself. For some reason, it felt a bit awkward, like talking to an ex-lover you'd meet two years later in a grocery store. Time, it was stated, passed differently in the City than in other worlds - that came to her mind just now. Jyabura didn't look much older; however, what if she actually had been missing for months?
Something in her almost awaited some seminude bitch to come out the terrace door any second. Because every city has its Solitaire.
Unsure he lifted his head up again and looked into her eyes. As if by a miracle not blushing, but obviously shy. "Well, I was a bit worried about your disapperance." A bit, hell yeah. "You know, with all this sacrifice-bullshit going around" he almost snarled, not a fan of this whole incident at all. "But I figured you weren't in the City anymore, so I guess you found a way back?" he added nervously, simply scared by the truth that was ahead of him and that Maria'd hopefully tell him. And hopefully it wouldn't be anything that broke his heart. Not that he wouldn't only have the room for it, but he'd refuse to let her brand-new husband and a bunch of kids live with him. Or something like that.
"You were gone for... I don't know, not even two weeks?" he added.
"Not even two weeks," Maria repeated, raising her eyebrows. Now time didn't go too differently in both worlds. The suspicion carefully faded out, as if a sudden break would destroy the atmosphere of the whole movie.
He wouldn't have forgotten her that fast. And as he said, he had been worried. A bit. But if he had actually suspected that she had found home in the first place...
"Did you know I was going to come back?" She asked, leaning against the ballustrade, looking down at the green.
I knew, she inwardly added but didn't pronounce.
Nervously Jyabura tried to guess what was going on in her head, but the slow repeating could mean simply everything and nothing. He struggled with himself if he should ask how long she was gone or not. But he wasn't the type to annoy people for certain informations, despite his profession. She'd tell him by herself if it was important. Based on her looks she didn't look any older. Now that he hadn't seen her for a while, he noticed how frickin' bloody young she was. Especially compared to him.
Surprised and confused, he thought about an answer. Weird question. "Well, in this place there's nothing we can constantly know. It goes against any laws of logics" he mused, being horribly rational all of a sudden. In fact he was a deeply rational and logical person, but for showing this side of his, he usually chose the wrong moments. Like this one. "W-when I found a way back, a mere month passed here while I spent three years back on the Grandline. At least that's what Kaku says" he added and started to scratch his scar before giving her a shy look. One of those A+ quality puppy eyes looks. "I didn't know, but I hoped. Those were some... horrible two weeks..." he admitted with a slight blush.
"Hmm."
Maria tilted her head.
"I definetly had better, too."
So yes, he had waited for her. Which wasn't self-evident, although likely, if those who were to wait were chosen wisely. And two weeks weren't the world. Still, they had seemed like an awfully long time to her.
She was thinking hardly enough not to notice Jyabura's quite obvious signs at first, but slowly they dawned just into her mind and made her smile.
"But things will be going up from now on, I think."
She sent a gaze sideways to meet Jyabura's.
"Back home, I told them not to worry about me so I won't have to worry about them."
They probably would do anyway, but at least Maria managed to keep a more calm head in this situation. Because she had told them. What else could a human do?
Hm.
"Does that happen often? People finding gates back home, I mean."
"Sometimes, as far as I've heard" he said shortly, being somewhere entirely different with his thoughts. Rather trying to combine the few facts she gave him. He didn't want to think about people getting away from here. It was more important that some special person had returned. Apparently the whole craptalk about their homeworlds getting destroyed were bullshit, too. To get this to know was a nice side effect.
Suddenly, he felt the whole situation was awkward and didn't fit. Something wasn't right. Was that some way to welcome back the girl you, well, love? Spontaneously he grabbed Maria's hand and held it in both of his. One palm was wet of blood and sake, the other of sweat, cold sweat. "When I figured you found a way out of this hellhole, I was glad" he admitted with unsure voice and fixed his look on her curly hair. "But at the same time, not. I uh, really missed you" he said, lowering his gaze to their hands and describing 'it broke my heart' pretty nice that way.
"I hope we can continue from that point were we stopped before you disappeared" he murmured after a while of silence, only broken by some crickets and yet again using nice synonyms for 'Well I hope you didn't get married and all in your stay home', too shy and scared to say it directly.
For a second, Maria looked down to her held hand. Then she raised the other one, slightly unsure what to do. She would have rested it on Jyabura's head, but he was just to tall not to make that look silly, so she laid it down on his shoulder instead.
"It seemed like a long time to me," she started to explain, "but I was gone for about... two weeks."
Again, she smiled.
"I've had holidays that were longer."
He still was a way too buff guy to drag him into an one-armed hug, so Maria came closer instead.
"There's nothing," she quietly said, "we can't catch up to."
Jyabura twitched from surprise. Two weeks? Time run the same in both dimensions? Either the informations he had before were wrong, or it didn't have to be a rule. "Just two weeks?" he repeated with big eyes and an unbelieving expression, but not doubting what Maria told him for even a second. "That is... awesome?" he added and already felt a lot more relieved. A deep sigh made that quite obvious.
He returned Maria's gesture with a hug because finally he dared to and leaned his forehead against hers with a smile while playing around with one of her curls. Some little habit he terribly missed in those two weeks. "I'm glad you had the chance to see your family, but I'm more glad you returned to me" he said with a smirk, his mood drastically changed to as positive as possible. "Care for some tea?"