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[revengeisalie]

"Hello. You have reached Asano Rin. You can leave me a message if you want, and I can listen to it later! So I'll get back to you! Have a nice day."

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Anonymous Text on October 1st

[aggravating]

ARE YOU BONING THE HULK?

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.

RESPOND IMMEDIATELY TO AVOID HOURLY UPDATES OF VANILLA ICE LYRICS FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS.

[text]

[revengeisalie]

What? I'm not boning anybody!

[text]

[aggravating]

THANK YOU FOR YOUR INPUT.

Uh. RESPONSE.

CREDIBILITY BEING CALCULATED.

[text]

[revengeisalie]

Who are you? If you can't even show your face, I can calculate your credibility as zero right now.

(Optional)

[edge_of_nothing]

[* PING! * GOES YOUR INBOX. A wild attachment appears!]



[WHAT DO YOU DO?

> Y (accept) / N (reject) / PIE (do you want to know more?) ]

[[OOC: This all goes with The OOC notif and this post, so.]]

text, un; azurasno1fan

[luzer]

Hey, Rin!

Thank you for being as into magic as I am and a super cool friend!

I drew a picture of you!

[Attached is a pen drawing made by Luz of Rin.]

[revengeisalie]

[ Well, that is... unexpected. The drawing is a bit crude, yes, but Rin isn't gonna say that. Luz is learning, after all.

And it's kind of touching that this girl she met once is thinking of her. ]

Hey, ah... Luz? Is that right?

Thank you so much for the drawing. I really, really appreciate it! I look very happy there. I'm going to take it as a reminder to be happy in the future.

[luzer]

Yeah, that's me! I should have opened with that sooner!

You're welcome! You were really fun to draw! We haven't talked a lot, but, I thought you were pretty happy, and this felt right. So, yeah!

I'm going to keep working on my artwork, so I can be as good as your painter friend!

[She is still so unaware said painter friend uses blood, but its fiiine.]

[revengeisalie]

[ ... she looked happy, huh. That is an interesting observation.

Rin wasn't happy for a long time. She doesn't know if she is now.

Not that Luz needs to know absolutely any of that. ]

It's okay! I remember you. You were the girl who talked about magic.

Yes, keep practicing! Practice is what makes the skill.

Early April

[artofrevenge]

Vergil lives in Satori Hills. Mizu could watch the entrance until she sees Vergil arrive home from somewhere, but that sounds like a waste of her time unless it's absolutely necessary. So instead, Mizu opts to speak to one of his many neighbors, one she's already spoken with before. If Rin doesn't know where Vergil lives, Mizu can talk to strangers. She can hardly be the first person tracking down someone's apartment.

So Mizu goes to the fourth floor of the building, mindful of the long hallway and series of closed doors. She knocks on Rin's door, what with her information being shared when she nearly burned the place down within days of moving in, and waits for the young woman to answer.

[revengeisalie]

Lately, Rin has begun taking to studying. She's been borrowing books from the library and keeping her own notes, both of what she reads and what she observes in Folkmore. She found a notebook and a brush pen at the convenience store, and only after much deliberation and overwhelm at all the choices. She's tried pencils and ballpoint pens as well, but the brush pen seems like the best of both worlds: the proper instrument for writing in Japanese, but with bonus convenience. The cap is particularly nice, enabling Rin to carry it everywhere without spilling.

That is what Rin is occupied with when she hears the knock at the door. It startles her a little, and she lets out a small yelp. Both because she was very focused on her work and because she doesn't get visitors that often. She leaves her books and papers lying on the low coffee table and goes to answer the door.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't a bit surprised to say Mizu there. She hasn't heard much from Mizu lately; the man seems very insistent on keeping to himself. So it is with that look of surprise on her face that she greets him. "Hello." Then, she hesitates a moment, unsure what to say. Finally, she settles on: "Do you want to come in?"

[artofrevenge]

Mizu recognizes the surprise but doesn't say anything about it. She's not particularly social, and she's spent much of the last month focusing on recovering from injuries. It hasn't made her any more inclined to be social. The time she's spent at the Worlds' Fair more than covered her need to be social and to gain Lore.

"Yes, thank you," Mizu says. "I appreciate it." She doesn't want to worry Rin with the explanation of injuries. They were gained in the best of ways, and it felt far more normal and less uncanny to have some injuries here than none at all. She's not entirely sure what Rin has been up to in the meantime. Figuring herself out? That has been her goal.

[revengeisalie]

Well, that's just too bad for Mizu, because Rin notices the injuries as she steps back to beckon Mizu inside. "Did something happen?" She blurts out immediately, because she was never any good at holding her tongue. The sight displeases her. Kenshi. Typical, she can't help thinking, because don't they ever have anything better to do than getting into fights and getting themselves injured? She just hopes the other party is still alive.

On an otherwise unsuspecting night:

[iamawolf]

Razor was, as usual, true to his promise. There's not a sound in the air until his feet hit the pavement outside her home, a few gusts of wind rattling at the windows.

She may not have been expecting him so late. He had to clean up after the hunt so he looked nice after all! It's important to look nice when with city humans. There's a light knock, knock, knock along the door. He knows its hers, he can smell her all around, but there's others too.

And the wolf waits patiently, wings tucked away once more.

[revengeisalie]

It's true, she was not expecting visitors so late. She's currently puttering about the kitchen, getting it somewhat in order before bed. As such, she jumps a little when she hears the knock, then sets down the plate she was holding and approaches the door. Absentmindedly, she checks for her dagger -- old habits die hard.

Ascertained of the dagger's presence, she opens the door -- only to find a familiar face behind it. "Razor-san?"

[iamawolf]

It'd be a terrible assassin that knocks before entering. But then, such things might just be dramatic enough to be true. Still, there's no assassins here, just a smiling wolf with his metaphorical tail wagging.

"Done with hunt, came to see. Promised." She may not have realized when their texting ended that he meant THAT very night.

[revengeisalie]

Honestly, she wasn't sure when he'd show up. Which paradoxically means she's perhaps less surprised than otherwise. But she can't quite help the blush that creeps onto her cheeks when she remembers their conversation. Remembers that this is a date.

Still, she smiles at him and steps aside to welcome him inside. "Please come in!" She says.

It's okay, Rin. People gave you plenty of advice on how dates work. You'll be fine.

And on her dining table stands evidence of the help she got: a colorful bouquet that Steve helped her put together earlier in the day.

finally slapping this down; sometime in-between recent trial stuff

[antimetabole]

He's noticed her before, of course. Vergil is too hypervigilant about his surroundings not to be aware of the people as well, and neighbors are surely among those that he's going to notice sooner rather than later by virtue of their proximity alone. But they've never held any sort of meaningful conversation with one another, which Vergil knows for certain on his part has been by choice. He avoids conversation wherever it's possible, and the notion of just walking up to anyone, neighbors especially, and striking a conversation makes his skin crawl uncomfortably. Even the allure of generating more Lore that could bring him closer to obtaining the Yamato once more isn't nearly enough of an incentive to push past his dislike of inane conversation.

But given that she is a neighbor, it was perhaps inevitable that, at some point, conversation would be had one way or another.

He puts out a quick hand to stop the door from swinging fully open and smacking him directly in the face, protectively pulling the small stack of books closer to his chest.

"Careful," he says, only intending a slight admonishment but perhaps conveying more than intended between his expression and tone.

AYYYYY

[revengeisalie]

It is not so different for Rin, who keeps track of her surroundings with a watchful eye. To do so kind of becomes a necessity once you're on your own -- and chasing the killers of your parents, at that. Coming to a completely strange environment only had intensified this tendency of hers.

So she's seen Vergil around, but contrary to what some might believe, she isn't really that prone to just walking up to strangers and making conversation without a reason to do so.

Of course, she does that on the network sometimes, which still seems strange to her. But then, people post to that place with intent. They want to be heard and answered to, so it seems logical to answer.

Either way, right now, she is not thinking about any such things as she exits her apartment building to go about her daily business. Instead, she is mulling over what type of books she wants to check out from the library next. She's been studying a few subjects, but her curiosity's been getting the better of her; the amount of knowledge is so vast it's tempting to just go into any which direction. Thus, she's come to think she should perhaps be a bit more methodical about it.

Which means, of course, that she happens to be carrying her own stack of books as she exits her apartment building's front door. She nearly drops it in surprise when someone stands in front of her.

"A-ah!"

She looks up. Oh, that neighbor. Yeah, she's seen him around. Usually, she'd apologize, but his admonishment is enough to raise her hackles a little. "Careful yourself," she comments, not too forcefully, but with a hint of indignation nonetheless.

[antimetabole]

"And how exactly am I meant to be careful when I'm not the one recklessly swinging the door open?"

It's a flat look that she's earned herself for her comment, and a question that lacks venom or altogether much irritability. Vergil takes a moment to look down at her arms to see if she has a proper hold on her own stack of books. So long as she doesn't appear to be in danger of dropping them, Vergil takes a step back, pulling the door open wider with him as he does. If she needs a moment to adjust her grip first, Vergil's patient enough to wait for her to do as much.

text; @vdova [1:47am]

[waytodie]

My current surgical tools are: peroxide, a pocket knife, and a half-empty bottle of vodka.
Want to help me with this?
I still need needle and thread.

[revengeisalie]

First: what do you need surgical tools for?

[waytodie]

Obviously, I am injured, and I need to give myself stitches, but I am still missing some key tools to do so.

backdated to 12/09 | text un: mason

[ingestion]

you are invited to (1) cool party at the maximum on 12/13
from 7pm-???
pet rock contest, best decorated rock wins a prize
party games, drinks, sleepover, and a SNES!

rsvp with heather mason

ps: if you cannot come, donations for the cause are happily accepted

... orz sorry for lateness

[revengeisalie]

[ ... omg. This is so cute. ]

I'll be there! Thank you kindly for the invitation.