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CLOSED ♪ unfinished ♪ but now i've grown beyond the walls

When; Backdated to Sunday, April 24th after this thread.
Rating; PG for language if anything.
Characters; Luke fon Fabre (

chosenfake) and Vriska Serket (

craaaaaaaazy8s).
Summary; Luke takes Vriska on a grand tour of the City! Possible warnings for cute, derp, and spiderbitch. This takes place after sunset.
Log;

[Luke isn't really nervous about meeting Vriska, or at least he tells himself that. Sure she gave him some creepy vibes when they first spoke, and her weird rivalry with Terezi is a little alarming when he's stuck in the middle of it, but she's already taught him a couple of neat things out of no obligation whatsoever. She's also really new to the City and seems like the type to get easily bored. And she asked nicely. And he has free time... so he can't really make excuses anymore.

He just hopes she got the text message he sent after he ate dinner, because otherwise he'll be sitting by the fountain forever.

Luke is rather easy to spot even in the dark. Same white duster as usual, bright red-orange hair that he made an effort to comb (not that anyone can tell, seeing as he needs to cut back some fringe). His face is illuminated by the teal glow of his PDA. It gives a rather startling beep, then another, and then it turns itself off.]

Y-you're not supposed to do that! What the hell? Stupid thing.

[So yeah, it's hard to miss him even if he's trying to blend in.]

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[Vriska makes a pretty fabulous entrance, if she does say so herself. And she does. She's got wings so she might as well use them, right? So here she is, flying over the City toward the fountain where Luke had suggested they meet up.

This was her first time intentionally meeting a human face to face. Where she had actually made the plans to do so. So it's a little nerve-wracking, but nothing she can't brush off easily because he's just a human and she's seen plenty of them since she's gotten here.

Oh- there the fountain is! She shakes any thoughts she had out of her head, eyes roaming for that beacon of red hair. It's not hard to miss, he's practically glowing with all of that light colored clothing. Not that she can say much, since she's wearing her God Tier outfit. She lands next to him, wings fluttering with the descent and scattering a light dust everywhere.]

There you aaaaaaaare! Did I keep you waiting long??

Edited 2011-04-28 04:49 (UTC)

[He isn't expecting her to come in airborne! As she pops up, he's scrambling to the other side of the bench out of surprise more than actual fear.]

You're—

[He means to say 'Vriska' but the fairy dust tickles his nose or somesuch, and true to their first conversation (http://craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com/1863.html?thread=33863#t33863), he sneezes in two smushed syllables. That sound like her name.]

Ugh... [He rubs at his nose as he looks at her.] S-sorry. You didn't tell me you had wings! If that's what those are supposed to be.

Edited 2011-04-28 06:12 (UTC)

[Frowns. Her name does not sound like a sneeze even if he just sneezed while saying it!]

Weeeeeeeell, I only have them when I'm wearing my God Tier stuff. If I'm wearing my normal clothes, I don't have them. It's kind of complicated.

Don't you liiiiiiiike them? They're pretty awesome, right?

They remind me of a butterfly's, but not quite... They're more delicate-looking. They're beautiful, Vriska.

[He's in awe over the wings and so he misses the part about god tier. Luke's never seen an angel from any world, and he didn't see many depictions of them in Daath. And also, the last winged creatures he saw were harpies. Ugly and noisy, sharp like scrap metal.

He's like a child. He even raises his hand from his lap for a moment before shoving it back down.]

Can I... touch them?

[It sounds kinda dirty out of context, but the look on his face is complete innocence.]

[Oh. So many compliments about her wings. There might be a light blue tinge on her cheeks from a blush. She turns around to show him the rest of the wings, pretty much showing them off. Oh yes. Attention is on her. And she likes compliments.]

Sure, I guess? Just don't be rough with them, okay??

[Out of context this is this worst conversation.]

By the way, they're fairy wings. They're different!

[Luke loves giving attention, too. He's shocked when Vriska actually agrees. He was expecting to get slapped or something...] I won't hurt you, I promise.

So these are called fairy wings? But I thought you were a troll, not a fairy.

[He reaches out, hesitates, then tries again. His bare fingertips brush across one of the 'spots' on her wings, so lightly that it could've been the caress of a breeze rather than a curious teenager. The expression on his face is one of pure wonder.]

They're so pretty...

[As he pulls his hand away, a shimmery dust falls from his fingers.]

Ah—the dust came off! I'm sorry! [That's what they do, silly.]

I aaaaaaaam a troll! Weren't you listening?? I got these fairy wings when I surpassed my Echeladder and became God Tier! Duuuuuuuuh, fairies don't exist otherwise. They're fakey fakey fakes.

[She watches him a little suspiciously when he touches the wings, but also a little curiously. She's never really had anyone be so in awe of her God Tier gear. It makes her feel special. Not ignored like when she was with the other trolls who didn't care that she'd reached this level. Didn't care if she fell off the face off the Veil.]

Oh, don't worry about that. They throw that shit around all the time.

[Turns back around to face Luke and flutters her wings to prove a point. As mentioned, a lot of that glittery crap is left behind.]

Soooooooo? What's first on the big tour agenda??

God... tier? [Yeah his mind just... no. Vriska has no relation to Tear whatsoever. He wipes his hands on his pants.]

Oh, right. [He grins awkwardly, then looks around. He hasn't had to give a tour since Guy popped up in the City...] I know where we should go first. Follow me.

[He pockets his communicator and gets up off the bench, and then he shuffles toward some pleasant buildings at the edge of the fountain square. Their destination is a little further but not by much.]

Yeah! In Sgrub, you level up on your echeladder, but when you get all the levels then you can ascend to God Tier. That's what I did.

[She walks next to him, looking around and taking in the place. She's gone out a few times on her own, but she hasn't gone far because this place just has too many humans. But Luke's a human too, but he's different to her. He's... just different. She can't explain it. But it's kind of like John.]

You better have lots of good places in store for me! Especially since I took time out of my buuuuuuuusy schedule for you.

I... think I get it. Sgrub is what you used to make Earth, right? So you had to become a fairy to make a world?

[He smiles at her, all life and flame despite the dark.]

Don't worry. If there's one thing this city has, it's good places.

Reaching God Tier was optional! But we wouldn't have beaten the Black King if I hadn't reached God Tier. The actual planet making was Kanaya's job.

[Ah- smiling. Ugh she doesn't know how to deal with this kid, so she just grins back smugly.]

You better be right, human!

Oh... [That sounds like a story for later.] I wonder what kind of person it takes to make a world.

[The rushing water around the fountain fades as they slip into the outer edges of the square.] Bakery's closed at night, but if you can catch this place early in the morning, they have the best cupcakes.

[He leads her around the corner. Lo and behold, there it is: a warm restaurant (http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii356/thirteenth/RP%20stuff/talesrestaurantcopy.jpg) with subtle French themes. The light from the windows is golden, not glaring. The sign says none other than the Hymns of Lorelei.]

This is my restaurant. [He bounces up to the front door, clearly excited.] I need to get something, but I'll be right back. You can sit inside, follow me, or wait out here. Whatever you want.

That's right, you did say you owned your own restaurant. I'll come inside with you, I guess! I wouldn't mind seeing what it looks like.

[Follows after him.]

Soooooooo, what do you need to get?

Okay! [He leads her inside. The place is winding down a bit since the dinner crowd has left, but there are still very cute waiters (http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii356/thirteenth/RP%20stuff/BunnyWaiter.png) and waitresses (http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii356/thirteenth/RP%20stuff/BunnyWaitress.png) to be seen. They clearly recognize Luke and he waves off any offers for them to take a table. He does, however, catch a waitress and mutter something to her in a low tone. She nods understandingly and zips off.]

I'm just stopping by, don't worry about getting me a table. [and he grins at Vriska] You'll see.

[This place is maintained by royalty, and it certainly shows. He shows Vriska through the swinging doors in the back, which open into a wide, white, magnificent kitchen.]

What do you think? I wish I could take credit but this place belonged to my cousin before me. She'd probably get mad if I changed anything, anyway.

Edited 2011-05-08 12:06 (UTC)

[She's a little suspicious of the way he grins, but shrugs it off as she looks around the lavish establishment. She's immediately drawn to the pots and pans into the kitchen, peering into them to see the foods that humans eat. She's seen things here and there by watching John's timeline, but she's still curious about it. Because a lot of it is different from troll food.

She's not like Terezi in the fact that she doesn't sniff at the food obnoxiously and taste everything she sees, but she does sniff it a little. But only a little.

She's trying to keep her wings still to limit the amount of dust she trails behind her as she explores the kitchen.]

Not bad! We didn't really have this kind of stuff on Alternia. Places like this, I mean. So what is this stuff?

[He finds that amusing for some reason. He'd probably be doing the same thing if this were a troll kitchen... at least until he realized what actually goes into grubloaf. Oh god.]

You don't have restaurants? Where do you get food if you don't want to cook? That's what this is for, basically.

[The same waitress from a few minutes ago pops up carrying two suspicious pink milkshake glasses (http://mamaloli.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/lemonade-1.jpg) with small chunks of strawberries floating in them, crazy straws (http://www.mypartyplanner.com/common/d_images/products/00/03/F6/image_259681.jpg) shoved in, and lemon slices perched on the rims.]

Ah-- thanks!

[Luke takes both glasses and offers one to Vriska. So this is what he meant by a surprise. He's pretty happy with himself, if only because he gets to see how Vriska reacts to someone who isn't completely averse to the idea of having friends.]

Sorry for the wait. Here's your strawberry lemonade.

[... He didn't forget.]

Why would you cook for somebody that you don't know?? That's dumb.

[This idea seems completely foreign to her, and it shows on her face in confusion. But she's quickly distracted by the pink beverage handed to her. It's the drink Luke had had the day before. But what the hell was that thing sticking out of it?]

Some trolls have lusii that will cook for them, but otherwise we're preeeeeeeetty much on our own. It's just not a matter of whether we feel like it or not, we have to if we want to eat. You muuuuuuuust keep your strength up by eating if you don't want to get culled. It's as simple as that.

[Foregoing the straw, because she has no idea what it is, she takes a sip of the drink from the rim, and scrunches her nose at the taste for a moment. Sweet and tart all at the same time. But it's not altogether bad, so she takes another sip.]

You aaaaaaaactually remembered! So is this your favorite drink or something?

Maybe it's weird to you. Plenty of people don't cook for themselves all the time. [He pauses.] You're considered wealthy if you have other people cook and clean for you at home.

[He nods, at least tangentially understanding the 'do or die' mentality. It doesn't just apply to monsters. If Luke hadn't had Guy or some other servant to raise him, he would've died for sure. His mother was always too sick, and his father was busy...

He's distracted from his own dark thoughts by eagerly watching Vriska. It's like judging the lemonade is judging /him/, and in a way, it is.]

Of course I remembered. You were pretty enthusiastic about it. [He drinks his lemonade through the crazy straw.] I guess you could say it's my favorite. I don't like milk and that pop stuff makes my stomach hurt, so that leaves juice.

Edited 2011-05-10 01:52 (UTC)

Human society sure is different from troll society. But I guess it's not so bad. I could get used to being waited on all the time.

[She grins as she takes another drink of the beverage. But open seeing Luke use the straw, she uses it too. She doesn't really see the point of it, but it's kind of cool.]

It's not half bad. A liiiiiiiittle sweet for my tastes, but I could get used to it, I guess. You sound pretttttttty delicate!

Haha... well, having something done for them can make anyone feel good.

[Luke doesn't notice that she's only using the straw because he did. He's just happy to be a derp right now. The 'delicate' comment makes him tsun a bit, rather appropriate for someone drinking lemonade.]

Who are you calling delicate?

[DO NOT INSULT HIS MANHOOD]

Yoooooooou, obviously! You are the most delicate! It is you.

[She grins at him, the similarities between Luke and the drink not going entirely unnoticed. She leans against the counter, taking a long sip of the drink.]

Maybe you're a loooooooot like your favorite drink! Don't be bitter!

Edited 2011-05-12 03:20 (UTC)

[Haha, now he's just getting embarrassed. His cheeks pinken.]

N-no I'm not! [On both counts, even! A passing waitress in a bunny outfit giggles, then hurries away before Luke can do anything.] Ggh— seriously?

[Vriska is laughing in response, for exactly eight seconds. She grins at him, finishing off her drink and pushing away from the counter to circle Luke playfully.]

Iiiiiiii don't know! You look pretty squishy and delicate to meeeeeeee!

[She pokes his arms, his sides, as she walks around him. As if this will prove her point that he's squishy.]

[Luke frowns suspiciously at her and sets his drink down. What's she doing...? Not that he thinks she'll do something terribly bad but--

-- oh no. Not the tickling. He grits his teeth BUT THE DAMAGE IS DONE. And with his abs being visible all the time like that, it's almost like he's asking for it.]

Jgghfhfzhf— s-stop!! [He tries to guard his sides and deflect her hands away at the same time, but he's not altogether successful.] Aaahhh—ahahaha—! [OH GOD HE'S SO TICKLISH THERE STOP STOP NOOOO]

[She's giggling at his reaction. This is so fun! She didn't know humans were so sensitive to poking like this. But now that she knows, she totally isn't going to stop.]

What's the matter, Luuuuuuuuke?? Is there something wrong? I thought you weren't delicate!

[NONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOO. His arms and his sides are the most ticklish. How could you. HOW COULD YOU. You're a horrible person, Vriska. He's curling up into himself and trying to hide against the counter, which really just gives her more of a chance to corner him. His face is red like his hair all the way to the tips of his ears, and now he can hardly breathe.]

I-I'm not— that's not fair! You can't— [GASP] —tickle someone and— and it's not f-f-fahaahahahahaa—

[CORNERED. Tickling continues! She wonders idly if trolls would react like this too. She makes a mental note to try it on someone else.]

Why can't it? It looks like I'm doing just fine tickling you now!

S-stopIcan't—!!

[The rest is lost as Luke basically melts to the floor, laughing until he can't even make any noise anymore and basically flailing like a girl. Good job, Vriska. The fact that he just fell is hilarious and that doesn't help. FETAL POSITION IS GO.]

[Vriska feels so smug and accomplished right now. She just won this thing right? Is it even something you can win? Well, she's pretty sure she just won. She finally stops and leans down, peering at him.]

You look like a newborn grub in that position!

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DON'T LOOK AT THIS TIMESTAMP OK

/LOOKS AT IT ANYWAY

hfjkdslkjf WHYYYYYYYY

BECAUSE YOU SAID NOT TO c:

THEN FINE LOOK AT IT SEE IF I CARE /tries reverse psychology

B) /looks at it forever

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