[OPEN] haven't you noticed

[sealeted]

Who: Hakuno and other hard-working Heroes
When: 7/05—8/05
Where: Caissa, Petrosian
What: Hakuno performs hard labor for hard cash. Edit: This also doubles as an overflow post for any Ball/Festival threads that people might want to continue.
Rating: Probably general, will modify as necessary


i. fly angry

Shoot shoot shoot...

[Is she talking to herself, or the jammed tranquilizing gun in her hand? Well, really, it shouldn't matter. What matters, in the moment, is the bulging mail-bag bouncing on her hip as she bolts down the streets and side-streets and the trio of gryphons swooping after her. She skids and bolts around a corner, nearly falling, and ducks inside the nearest coffee shop for sanctuary. She quickly gets away from any windows and flops into an empty seat, offering a tired smile to the wide-eyed waitress as she smoothes down her hair.]

Sorry. Mail delivery is a bit more serious than it used to be, these days.



ii. a good day's labor

[Hakuno is, perhaps, a little too excited for such a normal, banal chore. She's even humming as she bends to weed her plot of land, gently shooing away the squirrel-like creatures that occasionally crop up and try to nibble at the bucket of roughage. Francis Xavier's sweet, pleading gaze is far more effective, so she doesn't pay them any more heed than it takes to send them skittering off.

She pauses after she clears her first patch, retightens her ponytail, and hefts up the bucket to go toss it with the rest of the weeds. Once that's done, she stretches and glances around]

Now, where exactly do I grab those seeds...?



iii. day at the museum

[Hakuno is fascinated. She's buried in a stack of books, eagerly drinking in the recorded history of Gammon. Whatever her feelings about Ryder might be, his country sounds beautiful. There are some tourism pamphlets she's managed to scrounge up, and the elderly librarian agreed to talk to her about his honeymoon to Gammon when he takes his lunch break.]

Such a huge clock... I wish there was a bigger picture of it.


iv. before the stroke of midnight

[Hakuno had a top-level for the party-log here if you wanted to continue anything!]

Comments

[hiryugaeshi]

Some people have the patience to persevere endlessly, [ that's how he learned to cut through dimensions after all ] but there's no point in testing those particular limits. Even I put down my sword once in a while.

[ He's agreeing with her after all. ]

Well then, I suppose I should ask first: How would you feel about me taking my shirt off?

[sealeted]

All things in moderation?

[She says it teasingly, but it takes markedly little effort to keep from blushing at the next thing he says. If Gilgamesh has gotten her used to anything, it's a bare male torso.]

I'm fine with it. Honestly, I'm a little jealous I can't just do the same, since it's so hot.

[hiryugaeshi]

Good advice if you're trying to live a normal life, but normal people rarely achieve extraordinary things.

[ He has nothing against ordinary people living ordinary lives, but he's not personally one of them. He dedicated his life to the sword, which was difficult, and in some ways foolish, but he has remarkably few regrets. ]

Is there any particular reason why you cannot? [ He asks like he doesn't get it at all. ]

[sealeted]

Good point.

[She pulls her water away from her mouth so he can get the full brunt of her look of polite disbelief.]

...aside from the fact that, despite who my Servant was, I am not in the habit of exhibitionism?

[hiryugaeshi]

You are wearing underclothes are you not? Besides, there's nobody else here watching.

[ Nakedness is only embarrassing if you make it so! So says Kojirou, who comes from a time when most baths were mixed. ]

[sealeted]

There's you.

[Hakuno is from a place where clothes were equipped and nakedness involved deletion or Gilgamesh.]

[hiryugaeshi]

I barely count as a person.

[ He's more of a walking, talking sword, honestly. (But there are actual swordboys here!) ]

In any case, I'd look at you the same way no matter what you're wearing. There's nothing to worry about there.

[ Really? Well, Kojirou's not lying at least. ]

[sealeted]

That's a terrible thing to say.

[Her face goes blank, and her voice flattens. It's particularly terrible thing to say to her. But maybe it's enough to galvanize her into calling his bluff, because she sets down her water and seeds, and shucks out of her shirt in one smooth motion. She's wearing something like a sports bra underneath, with a bit of lace edging. Nothing scandalous, really, and she's too put-out to feel embarrassed.

Yet.]

[hiryugaeshi]

My Master disagreed too, but it'd be easier if I was thought of as but a sword waiting to be swung. [ He has no name, no pride, just a lot of skill with the sword. Or so he says. ]

But if you insist, then I can hardly stop you.

[ It's now his turn to throw off his shirt. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, of course, revealing his lean but trained frame to the world. Too bad there isn't much of an audience? ]

That is far more comfortable.

[ He's going to pick up Hakuno's lowered bucket himself, never letting his gaze wander after his initial scan. It seems he means what he said, at least. ]

[sealeted]

Smart man.

[Hakuno's stubbornness is the stuff legends should be made of, unceasing in the face of death, lovelorn and psychotic women, and even the Grail itself. She tightens her ponytail, and then holds her hand out for her bucket.]

[hiryugaeshi]

I certainly consider myself on the clever side.

[ He's only a SUPER MEGA GENIUS when it comes to swordfighting, though.

He's going to hold on to the bucket for now, hefting it over his shoulder. ]

Weren't you complaining about sore muscles? This is the least a man can do.

[sealeted]

Oh. Thank you.

[It's not so bad now, but there is a definite ache settling in. It will doubtlessly be worse tomorrow morning, but even for the moment she won't protest a little extra help.]

Not bad for 'barely counting'.

[hiryugaeshi]

I said I barely count as a person, but I am most definitely a man.

[ How can you be a man without having personhood? It probably only makes sense to weirdos. ]