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Frequency separation
Dan soder
Who: Zelos, Toriel, Rory, Tyrnen, Kasen, Open idk I'm having a dumb party get in here
When: Catch-all for March
Where: Arooooound. Not necessarily every place legally accessed either
What: Jobs, talks, things
Rating: Gdamn fabulous hair otherwise nada


A | A reluctant rescue
[You were going about your business. Business that just so happened to involve passing a certain redhead cornered by two maids in the Hall of Glory. Carrying on your way, when--! Hands grab your arm and suddenly you're being dragged into the conversation.]

Ah, well. I'll consult an expert on this, heheheh~.

[Suddenly you're confronted with a blonde and a silver tressed maid.]

Which one's cuter?

[Choose carefully. There's the distinct feeling you'll make an enemy out of whoever the loser of this Paris on the hill situation is. Must be why Zelos is ditching it on you.]

B | It's not the size it's how you use it....?
[Hanging around the courtyard, Zelos is concentrating as best he can. Block everything else out... He traces a cross in the air, and... The skinniest, most pathetic bolt of lightning streaks down to leave the faintest scorch mark on the pathway stones. Ugh... It's just no good.

Zelos let's his head droop. He's been at this for a while if the various scorch marks and uneven patches on the path say anything. On the bright side all the foliage in this area of the path is immaculately trimmed though the leaf clippings everywhere could do with being swept up. Fun stuff. Tiring stuff. So when someone passes by he shoots out his hand.]

Yo. Hero secret handshake ♪. You wouldn't leave a fellow hero hanging, would you?

Choose your own adventure!
Feel free to shoot me a PM or PP sekishi for plotting. Or just slap something up and I'll roll with it, it's all good!

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...

[Reaches up his sleeve. Pulls out a thin dagger. Hands it over!! ...It didn't even look like he had anything up there. But he's not done yet either. Going to the wall he takes down a portrait and removes the wire used to hang it up from the back. Molding this into a pick he hands it over as well before shoving the picture behind a plant.

There might be the feeling he is far too used to doing this. Anyway...]

Good? I'll keep watch.

[powerdriven]

[ What do you know? It might almost be like he actually had this planned out. It's more than Levi expected, but he also knows a thing or two enough about stashing hidden weapons not to be too caught off guard to accept.

He is, on the other hand more surprised by the allocation of some portrait hanging wire. Which is why as he turns the dagger by its hilt, shifting his eyes between it and Zelos flattening the metal between his hands, he withholds initial criticisms after all. More so than planned, it's... ]

Resourceful. [ Which could be taken as compliment if he weren't reading into it— ] You got a problem trusting your back to me?

[ —but he still takes the bit of wire and only casts one, somewhat long final glance about before lining the dagger up with the lock. Perhaps he's a bit more self-assured. ]

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[He actually laughs.]

Not at all. You're my cute junior ♥.

[Whatever that means. But he does sound fond. Because hideous raisins. Anyway!! Going to the end of the hall he casually flattens himself against the wall and keeps an eye out. If he were his "normal" self he wouldn't even boer, his hearing usually more than enough to tell him where anyone was within several yards in any direction. But he's "just" human in this world, so. A little extra work never hurt anyone.]

[powerdriven]

[ All he was suggesting is that Zelos really knew more about lock picking than he was letting on. Why else relegate it to him? But Levi doesn't have a response for that, whatever it's supposed to mean, and so only pauses to tighten his brow before he continues with the lock.

With the dagger in, he manages to bend the wire the rest of the appropriate angle to serve as the pick. From here, he concentrates, twisting the dagger as needed. One by one, the pins are set to the tune of several gentle clicks. Quick and clean. ]

I hope you're ready for this.

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Sneaking into the room of an hot woman who could probably breaky my arm?

[Hmmm. Yep.]

Born ready. Let's go, all-star.

[If not stopped he'll ruffle Levi's hair and propel him into the room first. Inside things are neat. ...Almost obsessively so. Are we sure Lisbrand isn't your soul mate Levi??? But there are a few items outside of drawers here and there, precisely ordered in their locations. Hairpins that resemble mechanical animals, books of Caissa history, mechanical knick knacks and of course-- cleaning kits for weapons and armors. Lisbrand was, if nothing else, a warrior first and foremosr it seemed.]

[powerdriven]

[ Considering he's feeling sorry for her right now, pre-opening the door, there may be some merit to that theory. Or perhaps he simply can't relate to feelings of worth toward sneaking into a woman's room, no matter how well-kept she is. Regardless, he's here for the herb and as much as he may not like it, he'll take that as a go-ahead.

He'll also take the approach of a hand reaching for his head as reason for all the self-propelling necessary. Though once inside to an empty, fairly indistinct bedroom, he takes the time to glare briefly over his shoulder. One single bit of 'advice' before taking to the more important task. ]

Don't mess around. We find what we need and we get out.

[ Now where might she be keeping this herb...? The first place he looks is to the nightstand, where one is wedged... in between the pages of a book? ]

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Now who's the one with trust issues?

[He really is an ass. But stepping into the room he looks it over. Well, neat does mean it'll be easier to put things back how they find them. Now... It is true they're here for a plant. But more than that Zelos wants to know how deep Lisbrand is in all of this. The war, these kidnappings. Can he trust her?

The evidence of his eyes so far says yes, but the feeling of his heart is a resounding no. When you have like a 255 stat in paranoia.

Anyway while Levi oh-so-carefully searches Zelos goes to Lisbrand's writing desk and begins looking through it. Books, books, armor polish, sharpening stone, sharpening stone, another sharpening stone --he's beginning to get a bit uncomfortable about just how many sharpening stones this woman has. Plant. Nope. Nothing of interest here!]

Damn, she likes her weapons. Find anything yet? Bloody ears, handcuffs, rare herbs?

[...Well okay Zelos.]

[powerdriven]

[ Right, well, it would be a lie if he said he wasn't at all aware of Zelos' other proclivities when he suggested sneaking into this room. He won't mention it, but that isn't about distrust so much as it is expecting what Zelos has freely admitted. Though the fact that he may want to dissuade him from that only matters so much when, in the grand scheme of things, Levi won't stop him from poking around as he pleases so long as doing so won't implicate them further than poking around for the plant.

Apparently that's the way they manage to work together. Sorry, Lisbrand. At least, practicality suggests that Levi should be careful with her belongings. He doesn't look in places that don't seem relevant to the task, and doesn't keep his hands on any drawer filled with unrelated items for long. This method of quickly sorting through the more mundane things (like all kinds of sharpening stones) finds him success... only given some creativity.

As he digs a few herbs out from where they have seemingly fallen underneath her bed, he realizes that. ]

Just the one I was looking for. What'd I just say?

[ "Don't mess around"? That old thing? ]

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[Sorry, what were you saying Levi? He's hands deep in Lisbrand's underwear drawer.]

...Shit. I didn't know she was this cute.

[But you know. Totally not finding anything that says...well...anything about Lisbrand's thoughts or feelings. Hell apparently she doesn't even keep her correspondences here. Which could be strange depending on how you look at it.

But that's totally not talk for cute kohais, so instead turning and holding up a pair of silken panties for Levi's inspection!!!]

Thoughts?

[powerdriven]

[ On the one hand, he'd decided to ignore the possibility of him doing creepy shit like this...

On the other, he doesn't really look appreciative for this display. You'd think even perverts had some sense of shame. ]

Leave me out of your nasty habits.

[ No, really. He'd urge him to put those away, but opts instead to searching more vigorously for any other, stray herbs because that at least allows him not to address it. This effort shifts to moving things back to where they came from when he decides he's had enough. ]

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Hey, hey, hey. It's research, research!

[SURE IT IS. No really it is. I'm dying. Fucking. Psychoanalyzing Lisbrand's panties help me RP gods. Anywho PUTTING THEM AWAY. This is seeming like a bust-- he pauses. There's definitely footsteps in the hall. Sorry were you doing something Levi cause Zelos is suddenly grabbing you and shoving you in Lisbrand's closet. ....Which is. Full of weapons apparently. Plz don't cut urself bro.]

[powerdriven]

[ If he can recognize they came here for plants, then connecting the dots as to why Levi's so uninterested shouldn't be hard. Ironically, it's the reason he tries to suggest they not lolly-gag around in here for long. Getting caught. The hinted outcome by the sound of dangerously close footsteps.

Levi's quick to action himself. Never mind that the only difference that makes is they're pushing and shoving at each other for a moment for the same result. Said result is an absurd transition to silence inside of Lisbrand's mini armory. Levi looks to Zelos admonishingly even though his eyes have yet to fully adjust to the darkness.

At least the couple of plucked herbs in his hand may smooth the atmosphere over. ]