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"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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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.

[* 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.]]

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.]

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Edited 2024-12-11 23:37 (UTC)

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Anonymous Text on October 1st

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text, un; azurasno1fan

Early April

On an otherwise unsuspecting night:

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

text; @vdova [1:47am]

backdated to 12/09 | text un: mason