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Post by WarFran on Apr 30, 2015 7:18:41 GMT -8
He loves it when it snows. Because it is quiet. It's not because he likes the quiet or the silence in particular, but sometimes even the most extroverted of people need a quiet place to wind down, and to be...alone.
This was one of the many things he loved about the HQ. Its multiple and simultaneous seasonal and weather shifts. Unlike in the human world, he could see the beauty in every season, without having to bear months of arduous waiting. He loved it. He loved HQ.
As Fran sat in a pavilion, over-looking endless chrysanthemum fields, watching as the light snowfall landed delicately and silently on his favourite flowers, he couldn't help but smile contentedly to himself. This was his favourite place in the world to be, and he was in such a good mood, that any disturbance, irritant, annoyance or problem that would be flung his way here, he'd address it with a smile.
...just as he always did.
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Post by quinnquinn on Apr 30, 2015 7:55:58 GMT -8
Bright yellow blossoms. Beautiful blooms with a hint of snow. Out there in the snow was Owen. The coldness of the weather bit his body, but he enjoyed it. On his arm rested one of Death's majestic birds, being kept entertained by seeds it was being fed. They needed to be taken outside once in a while for a stretch. He just had this one to deal with for today. Hopefully it wanted to be cooperative.
He let out a few sounds of anger as the bird spent half the time accepting the food and the other half not so much.
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Post by parkranger on Apr 30, 2015 10:30:47 GMT -8
Asher tromped trough the hallways of Death's HQ, spinning his Balisong and whistling a carefree tune. He was always amazed at just how expansive the HQ was. How it spanned multiple seasons and decades simultaneously. He'd been here several decades himself, but his time here was short compared to some other residents. He still found enjoyment in aimlessly wandering the halls and discovering new parts of HQ that he'd never been to before.
He stopped with a hum as he reached the end of the hallway he'd been wandering down. In front of him lay an ornately carved wooden door. One that looked ancient and had delicate wrought iron details and brass handles. He whistled appreciatively, having worked as a lumberjack for a number of years certainly increased one's appreciation for fine woodworking. He pushed on the door to open it, and found it pleasantly heavy and satisfying to open before he stepped through it into an open field of Death's signature chrysanthemums. It was gently snowing out here, and though the cold nipped at Asher's nose and cheeks, he found it rather refreshing. A little ways off he noticed a small pavilion among the flowers, and someone sitting inside it. Asher was mildly surprised, he hadn't seen anyone for a while when he'd been stomping around inside, yet here was another person! He smiled and started making his way over to the pavilion. He reached it soon enough, and hustled inside, brushing off some snow from his shoulders and stomping his feet a bit to loosen the snow that had clumped on his boots.
"Oi! How're you stranger?" He asked, sticking his hand out in friendly greeting to the silver haired boy inside.
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Post by WarFran on Apr 30, 2015 17:12:21 GMT -8
Fran looked gently up at the approaching man, a warm trademark smile on his face. His mind flipped instantly to the Apprentice registry stored conveniently in his memory. This man was...Asher Park. Ex-lumberjack - fond of puns and good fun. He could get along with this man, he thought, he just hadn't had the chance to speak properly to him yet.
"Good day to you, my friend~~~" he chimed cheerfully in his usual sing-song voice. "Though I am afraid I am no stranger~~~ Do you not recognize your Apprentice Relations Officer when you see him? Mufufu~" he teased playfully, completely unbothered by the fact that Asher hadn't registered who he was yet. Things were likes this in HQ sometimes, and Fran had gotten used to it over the years. He crossed his legs comfortably, and looked beyond the cheerful lumberjack to where some incoherent angry noises were coming from. Inkie had mentioned a certain eccentric bird keeper wandering around the peripherals of the fields recently. Owen...Quinn was it? Yes the poor ex-mental patient child.
He reached out a slender hand and beckoned to the bird keeper some distance away. It was a nice day to get to know his fellow Apprentices, he guessed. Even if he had initially intended to spend the day in comfortable solitude.
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Post by quinnquinn on Apr 30, 2015 17:19:00 GMT -8
In the midst of his little dilemma here, someone was calling him over. He was engrossed in this bird so much to really pay attention. He looked over to who it was and-- OH, him. Owen gave one sharp piercing look to his crow before heading over. Fran it was, wasn't it? The crow squawked back in disagreement regardless, as he walked over the cold ground towards hi--
Oh hell.
Owen was not going to take a step closer. That... other man... what was he wearing... He stopped in his tracks, frozen, partly afraid and partly disgusted. That shirt. The boy's face crinkled up and he went back to feeding the bird, almost forcefully. The crow didn't appreciate that much either. Yes, he was busy trying to make this bird eat, yes...
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Post by parkranger on Apr 30, 2015 18:11:25 GMT -8
Asher blinked in surprise as the face and name finally clicked into place for him. He almost immediately flushed with embarrassment at not recognizing his superior. "I-I'm sorry! That was rude of me, to forget such an important person!" He chuckled in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. He stopped when he noticed Fran beckoning to someone behind him. He spun around and noticed another boy out in the field, trying to....force feed a crow? The bird didn't look too happy and the boy had such a sour look on his face. The bird made various unhappy squawking noises as Owen tried to feed it with an almost murderous look on his face. Asher was a bit concerned for the poor bird, and called out, "H-Hey! I don't think the bird's too happy with that....plus it is snowing, why don't you come over here and join us under the pavilion?" He smiled and waved his arm, trying to be friendly. Unfortunately, his loud voice startled the already unhappy crow into taking off with a disapproving screech, fluffing up its feathers in an indignant manner before flapping off some place it wouldn't be bothered. Asher grimaced a little bit, knowing that he'd been the one to startle the bird away. "S-Sorry about the bird!" He called out a little sheepishly.
((OOC: OMFG I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT OWEN'S AVERSION TO PLAID FTHTHTHTH. Also I hope it's okay to rp the crow a little bit???))
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Post by WarFran on May 1, 2015 0:55:26 GMT -8
Fran simply chuckled at Asher's forward awkwardness, waving it away with a casual flick of his hand. He watched with a warm grin as Owen recoiled with disgust at Asher, and as Asher's loud voice drove away the bird Owen had been putting in much effort to try and feed. What a noisy and messy situation, he thought, as he got to his feet with a light laugh. Really, there was never a dull moment here in HQ.
"Worry not about that bird, my friend~ They tend to be temperamental and take off on their own like that! Though certain Apprentices...." At this, he had silently strode over towards the now-birdless Owen, such that he was standing between the two Apprentices now, "...seem to have an aptitude for taming and befriending them, just like this young man here~~~" He looked fondly over at Owen as he folded his arms elegantly. "Do tell. What about this feller is freaking you out so much, my friend~?" He asked warmly, in his melodious voice, looking kindly at Owen as he placed a hand on Asher's shoulder.
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Post by quinnquinn on May 1, 2015 1:09:50 GMT -8
Well, there went his security blanket. The crow got too fed up and flew off. He'd have to work out a way to apologise later. Owen heard the plaid shirted man, but he just didn't look over in their direction. He didn't want to. What do I do, he thought to himself. And Fran seemed to have seen through his bad attempt to avoid the confrontation.
"H... H-H..." Owen struggled to form his words. "H-His sh-shirt, Fran." He had turned around by now, but only as far as a side view for the other two. Despite the silver haired apprentice standing in between him and the plaid, he dared not remotely even look in that direction. "H-His shirt, is f-freaking me out. Th-There's a-a grid... o-on his shirt..." He pointed towards Asher with his head still turned away. "I-I don't like grids..."
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Post by WarFran on May 1, 2015 2:53:23 GMT -8
Fran cocked his head curiously at the stuttering and utterly freaked-out young man before him, raising his brows and staring slightly at him, though his smile never once faded in brightness. His shirt.... He turned his attention to Asher's bright and colourful plaid shirt, studying it quickly. Hmm. What was Owen Quinn's history when he was alive again? As if he was a computer pulling files from a hidden directory in his brain, Fran pulled out the mental file with Owen's name labelled clearly on it. Put into an asylum and declared mentally insane, his straight jacket, his eccentricity, his aversion to Asher's shirt....as Fran stared at the squares printed on the Lumberjack's colourful shirt, he drew the logical conclusion that something about the grids on this shirt of his was triggering memories in Owen, likely from his time in the asylum.
He smiled warmly at Owen, and turned to face Asher with a light sigh. The grids on the plaid shirt, now that he had stared enough at it, remind him of the stark white padded walls one would find in an asylum. He smiled somewhat melancholically. Stark white...just like snow.
Swiftly unwrapping his long white scarf from his neck, he draped it around Asher like a shawl, careful to hide every bit of that shirt from Owen's view. He then pulled up the collar of his own robes to hide the numerous scars on his neck. Poor Asher couldn't possibly stand shirtless in this cold, though Fran grinned at his thought. It did sound like an interesting punishment for misbehaving Apprentices...
"Our bird boy here finds your taste in fashion highly....questionable." He explained with a bright smile and cheery laugh. "Bear with this. It's the least you can do for making him lose his feathery companion~~~" He then lightly ruffled Owen's hair playfully. "Will this suffice, my bird prince? Mufufu~~~" he teased cheerily.
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Post by parkranger on May 1, 2015 8:46:22 GMT -8
Asher frowned a bit at Owen's muttered stuttering. "M-my shirt?" He looked down at himself. He was wearing his usual red and black flannel shirt with his light brown suede vest. He didn't know what was offensive about it. Nonetheless he tried pulling his vest closer and covering his arms to try and hide the flannel pattern until Fran wrapped his own scarf around Asher. Asher almost insisted Fran take the scarf back, after all, it was cold out here, but decided against it when he remembered Owen's distress. He hummed a bit sadly, clutching the scarf closed so his shirt didn't peek through when Fran reminded him that he'd also startled away Owen's bird. "Ah....yeah...S-sorry about the bird...and my shirt!" He chuckled a bit sheepishly. He rocked back and forth on his heels a little bit, and nervously tapped his foot, a habit he had for trying to dispel some of his boundless energy. "So....will you not be mad anymore?" Asher asked with a little apologetic smile.
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Post by quinnquinn on May 1, 2015 9:26:38 GMT -8
Owen did dare to look once Fran made physical contact with him. Looking over, the once plaid man was now covered in white. There was still some possibility he'd be able to see what lay underneath, but it would have to do. He remained cautious of what he looked at, in case anything did change.
"T-Thank you Fran..." He just said, scattering the rest of his uneaten seeds onto the ground. Bird Prince huh? He took more hesitant steps towards the other two, but he got there eventually. Even if his feet were getting somewhat wet from the little snow.
"I am not mad at you." He reassured Asher after he'd arrived. "I am mad at your shirt. I can't see your shirt anymore so I'm fine. Don't wear that shirt in front of me again..."
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Post by WarFran on May 1, 2015 12:43:30 GMT -8
Fran's light, cheery, melodious laugh rang through the still, snowy air as he gazed upon both Apprentices with fondness. "This is the first time I hear an Apprentice openly declare his anger for another's shirt. Aren't you a strange one~~~" he teased, fluffing up Owen's hair as he chimed. The poor boy looked so visibly shaken, it was nice to see him start to calm down, bit by bit. All these poor children with their tragic histories... Fran's wide smile grew larger and more elusive as he turned to walk towards the chrysanthemum fields.
"So, what brings my two gentleman here today to this beautiful place~~? Looking for the great me, I don't suppose? Mufufu~~" he called over his shoulder as he extended his fingers to catch a few drifting bits of snow. The icy serenity of the snow-covered chrysanthemum field remained unbroken, even by a squawking bird menace, a loud lumberjack, and an agitated teen in a straight jacket. Just another day in Death's HQ, thought Fran, as he chuckled softly to himself.
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Post by parkranger on May 1, 2015 12:54:47 GMT -8
Asher frowned a bit at Owen's comment to not wear that kind of shirt in front of him again. That....would be a little bit of a problem. Asher pretty much owned nothing but flannel shirts. Hey! They're warm, comfy and durable, okay?! He decided against saying out loud that he didn't own anything that wasn't plaid, seeing as how Owen was finally actually starting to calm down. Asher perked up at Fran's laughter however, and chuckled himself.
"Ahh I was just kinda wanderin' around. I take lots 'a walks around HQ, since it's so big I know I haven't even seen half 'a it yet! I guess this time I just ended up here." He paused for a moment before hastily adding, "I-I mean, not-not that I'm not pleasantly surprised ta see you here!" He blushed a bit, hoping he hadn't come off as rude.
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Post by quinnquinn on May 1, 2015 17:15:59 GMT -8
"I was feeding a bird..." Owen commented offhandedly. His disgust had already calmed down and moved on. "I feed the birds out here sometimes. Outside is nice." He looked out over the fields. It was a genuinely beautiful spot. Even after all his years here he wasn't sick or bored of it at all. "Outside is big too." he'd already forgotten that he would have to chase the bird down later. But hey, that was a thought for another time.
He turned to Asher for the first time, vaguely reminded by Fran's scarf that there was something unsavoury to the eye right under it. "Inside is big too. I get lost too. Did you get lost too?"
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Post by WarFran on May 1, 2015 18:37:30 GMT -8
Flashing a warm grin at Asher to ensure him that he was not being in the slightest bit rude at all, Fran quietly listened to Owen musing about the crow that the energetic lumberjack had accidentally scared, or angered, away. "You mean, force-feeding your loyal subject, my dear bird prince~~~" He couldn't help but comment with a light chuckle as he recalled Owen trying to forcibly stuff bird feed down that crow's throat in the gentlest way possible. This straight-jacket clad prince was certainly precious in his own way.
He placed a hand under his chin as he contemplated Owen's question to Asher. True enough, it was impossible to map the vastness of HQ...but he supposed, with time, one would somehow get used to this layout and stop....getting so lost. He recalled his first time as well, nearly 600 years ago, when he had almost gotten lost fighting his way back to HQ to find Death... Nostalgic memories, yes. He smiled gently at this bloody recollection, looking towards Asher for his response.
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