[ open ] action for hel. | backdated to the evening of the 23rd.

[revanchisme]

[ lovely evening, isn't it? moon shining, wind howling. bit cold outside, which is probably why your windows are closed right now. you're probably either in bed or getting ready to be in bed. dog-earing that last page of your novel, doing your stretches, putting curlers in your hair or whatever it is you do to prepare you for your land of sleep and dreams and whatnot. and that's just the way it should be, even in the land of Hel, because even Hellions need their sleep, right--

well, wrong.

because guess who just... opened... your window.

a heavy footfall on your on your windowsill, unannounced. a maniacal grin. the masked man leaning into your room doesn't look friendly, and neither does that giant sword on his back. surprais. hope he didn't interrupt your peaceful night or anything, but he's a man on a mission, and you don't mess with men on missions. have a cheshire grin, even as he bows, flourished, mocking. ]

So, sorry to drop in unannounced, but I was afraid you wouldn't be home otherwise. Hope I didn't interrupt anything pressing-- [ a pause. ] Oh, but on second thought, I hope I did! It would make this dull night far more entertaining.

[ leaning into your room, now-- ] Of course, I'm not here for a mere social visit. There are few questions that I'm sure you feel compelled to answer in due time.

[ grinnnnn. he draws himself up, slit-like eyes peering out from behind the mask. ] Well? Shall we get tonight's entertainment underway?



[ ooc: so, berthier is searching for... kaz... and because he doesn't know he's searching for kaz, he's barging into rooms in Hel during the evening and sneering at people until he gets answers. for residents of Hel, feel free to assume that he barged into your character's room and react accordingly-- or conversely, feel free to assume he didn't barge into your character's room, if you don't want to deal with this maniac. he skipped a lot of rooms because he got bored.

for those people whose rooms he's hit up-- he won't hurt anyone unless you pull a knife out on him or something, and even then, he'll most likely just be fooling around. he'll just troll a little, sneer a little, ask a few questions, possibly wave his sword around a little, and then he'll leave (and he'll leave the window open, the bastard).

and if you're kaz? well. c': ]

Comments

[holmes_fanatic]

...

Pass!

[Congratulations, Berthier! You've found a ... seven-year-old brushing his teeth.]

[revanchisme]

[ jackpot?? croooounching on your windowsill. ]

Oh, no, that can't do. I didn't even get any answers yet.

[holmes_fanatic]

There are other ways to get answers, Ojisan. Most of which don't involve interrupting people's teeth cleaning.

[revanchisme]

I suppose you have a point. There is also torture, after all, if that pleases you better?

[holmes_fanatic]

It's never occurred to you to just ask politely?

[Conan's got a finger ready on his bracelet but isn't calling for back-up yet.]

[entreats]

[ .... why does this stuff always happen to her.

he might just have stumbled upon a girl sitting on her bed, just idly reading some book but looking rather bored with it at the same time, enough to make one wonder why she's reading it in the first place then. but when she spots the guy, she instead raises an eyebrow as if she's completely used to weird stuff like this happening constantly. ]

Depends on how 'entertaining' it'll be. Seems more like 'rather bothersome' to me right now.

[revanchisme]

[ he scrutinizes the figure from the windowsill-- red hair, girl. nope, not the one he's looking for. however, it never hurts to get a few answers, and bethier knows better than anyone else about killing time, anyway. crouched on the windowsill, he lifts a hand in mock greeting. ]

Bothersome? I should hope it is. It wouldn't be entertaining for me at all if you embraced something like this.

[entreats]

Oh, is that so? [ she raises a single eyebrow, still not bothering to move from the spot where she's sitting, one of her hands still recording the line she left off in on the book. ]

Maybe I should just practically forget you're here then, then it'll be boring for you and you can leave again, problem solved.

[revanchisme]

[ he also raises an eyebrow, but it's not as though anyone can see it, considering it's behind a mask, after all. oh, but he looks like he's seriously considering this-- ]

Oh, but that won't do. That won't do at all. Where would I get my answers, otherwise? What to do, what to do.

[abhorseninwaiting]

[Lirael is curled up at the head of her bed with a book-- what else is new? At the sudden sound of her window opening, though, she looks up in shock. At the sudden figure in the now-open window, she snaps the book shut and her shadow rears up threateningly over her-- or perhaps just protectively.]

What-- what do you want?

[It's a demand, but her voice is a little shaky.]

[revanchisme]

[ oho, look at that shadow. he looks interested at this, cat-like eyes going into slits. a grin. ]

Answers, mostly. Entertainment, later. And just what is that shadow of yours doing? A guardian? The blessing of the gods?

[abhorseninwaiting]

Magic.

[Lirael's answer is flat, and she starts to climb off her bed. Her shadow makes a feint at him, looking a little bit like a cat swatting from the wall over her head. It isn't solid, though, so it doesn't do much.]

What answers are you looking for?

[revanchisme]

Magic.

[ a echoing laughter. he doesn't even flinch at the feint, though a curious expression does cross his face when that shadow makes contact with his own. have a frankly curious look, lirael. ]

Answers of an innocent nature, I assure. But you may begin by telling me just what is the nature of your shadow-- and just what exactly I should do if it makes another attempt on my person.

[ as if with emphasis, he shifts his sword. ]

[imperish]

[ Guess who...was changing... ]

Get the hell out of here!

[revanchisme]

[ not even blinking, here. ew, woman. cover yo tits. ]

I'm afraid not! After I went through all this trouble of getting here, too.

[imperish]

[ DOING THAT NOW, YES. ]

Use the door like a normal person!

[revanchisme]

Why would I? It's not as though I'm a normal person.

[liarflower]

[Minatsuki was pretty much just tending to the potted plants she'd acquired from Laurent that were in her room when the window banged open--and well people just bursting in uninvited to her room is a pretty sensitive issue for her--it's goddamn annoying.]

You wanna try knocking first, punk?

[Yep, she's pissed. Plus she's tired, a little dirty from potting soil and kinda grumpy right now because she'd just transplanted about a dozen or so plants from tiny containers to proper pots and some were looking a little droopy. She's also holding a gardening spade in her hand though it looks like nothing compared to that large sword...]

[revanchisme]

[ annoying happens to be his middle name. in response, he just laughs. you and your spade, him and his sword. welp. even beyond that, you are a woman and therefore you aren't even on his radar. have a sneer. ]

So sorry. Did you want me to bow first, too? Present you with a bouquet of flowers while I'm at it?

[liarflower]

Now that ya mention it, yeah, do that.

[She sneers back.]

[revanchisme]

Too bad! It's not as though I'm in the habit of gifting women, anyway. Disagreeable creatures, the lot of you.

/ARRIVES

[parasiteye]

[ ...just in time to see some masked crazy person standing outside his room. Except it isn't Karkat or Venom this time ]

...Who the fuck're you?

/ARRIVES EVEN LATER

[revanchisme]

[ tuuuurning. have a grin. ]

The taxman. Have you paid your taxes, child?

[parasiteye]

Fuck you, we don't pay taxes--don't snoop around in other peoples' rooms!

[revanchisme]

Whoever said anything about snooping? I'm breaking and entering. Please do read the situation.