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middaeg2020-06-09 08:26 pm
bergamotrose) wrote in middaeg2020-06-09 08:26 pm
[Open + Closed Prompts Within] June Catch-All | Garland Moon
Who: Lorenz + Open (Closed Prompts in Comments)
When: Throughout June
Where: Throughout Aefenglom and possible Quest locations
What: Lorenz adjusts to a quiet home + Quests/Plots/Whatever Else
Warnings: Gen right now. TBD as they come up.
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[He had kept quiet about his troubles, but after the full moons had passed and started to wane in the sky, Lorenz couldn't fight the lingering restlessness that ate at his person unchecked for much longer. Even leash training his young black cat, minding the tea at the shop, and the sundry other projects he had on his plate could only do so much to ameliorate the situation at hand.
Lapis was gone. Pumpkin with her. His home within Aefenglom was, once more, too quiet for his comfort.
Craving a change in his routine, Lorenz dropped into the Purramid Cafe to see what sort of business this new establishment was. Perhaps he would pick up a few surprises for his own cat... or perhaps he might be recognized as the tall, elegant Faun with flowers in his antlers that worked at DiplomaTea. Who could say?]
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[...For once, Lorenz seemed dreadfully out of his element. His hair and demeanor were as pristinely manicured as ever, but there was a certain spring in his step and furtive look in his eyes that betrayed just how distracted he was. Quietly biting his tongue into silence, Lorenz retraced his steps throughout town-- checking lost item bins in every establishment he went through.
His target: a simple, leather bound folio with page leaves that seemed too well worn to be a mere log of notes or personal journal.
No. It was his private book of hand-written poetry.
With each turn of his private quest remaining unfulfilled, Lorenz quietly grew more agitated and anxious as he passed through town. While ordinarily friends passing by would be met with a casual conversation, he was prone to being both startled and hurried.
He wanted to give the impression that everything was as fine as it always was. It wasn't.]
When: Throughout June
Where: Throughout Aefenglom and possible Quest locations
What: Lorenz adjusts to a quiet home + Quests/Plots/Whatever Else
Warnings: Gen right now. TBD as they come up.
A
[He had kept quiet about his troubles, but after the full moons had passed and started to wane in the sky, Lorenz couldn't fight the lingering restlessness that ate at his person unchecked for much longer. Even leash training his young black cat, minding the tea at the shop, and the sundry other projects he had on his plate could only do so much to ameliorate the situation at hand.
Lapis was gone. Pumpkin with her. His home within Aefenglom was, once more, too quiet for his comfort.
Craving a change in his routine, Lorenz dropped into the Purramid Cafe to see what sort of business this new establishment was. Perhaps he would pick up a few surprises for his own cat... or perhaps he might be recognized as the tall, elegant Faun with flowers in his antlers that worked at DiplomaTea. Who could say?]
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[...For once, Lorenz seemed dreadfully out of his element. His hair and demeanor were as pristinely manicured as ever, but there was a certain spring in his step and furtive look in his eyes that betrayed just how distracted he was. Quietly biting his tongue into silence, Lorenz retraced his steps throughout town-- checking lost item bins in every establishment he went through.
His target: a simple, leather bound folio with page leaves that seemed too well worn to be a mere log of notes or personal journal.
No. It was his private book of hand-written poetry.
With each turn of his private quest remaining unfulfilled, Lorenz quietly grew more agitated and anxious as he passed through town. While ordinarily friends passing by would be met with a casual conversation, he was prone to being both startled and hurried.
He wanted to give the impression that everything was as fine as it always was. It wasn't.]
Free Dibs on reading the poetry book!
The poems are pretty interesting as well, even as she stops for a moment to take them in.
Look, there's no name on it so there's the question if it's a first edition or something else. Who knows.]
yes, do it!
The words woven together within formed florid strings of metaphors-- some recognizeable to anyone, others perhaps not so much. A pegasus's wings glinting in the light of the Horsebow Moon was a very specific reference, after all. None but those who had tasted Seiros' rare brew of tea could possibly understand every esoteric epithet contained within.]
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[Pegasus she gets but Horsebow Moon is a new one. Mira finds herself finding a bench to continue to read more of this book because it's rather interesting. The owner however may be able to see her if he's running in that direction but she's too engrossed in her reading to pay any attention.]
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Slowing to a halt, Lorenz quickly ran his hands through his hair to pull it out of his face. He did not notice the book in her hands.]
Hello, Mira.
[He said, smiling as casually as he could manage-- which was quite well, running into a familiar face was a wonderful distraction.]
It's quite hot out today. What brings you out?
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Hello, Lorenz!
[Her hair is shorter but it's still her. But she spots those red cheeks of his.]
I was finishing up a delivery when I found a book on the ground. Are you feeling well...?
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B.
If he's honest with himself, curiosity got the better of him, and he didn't. He'd idled his way through a couple of pages of flourishing verse before he remembered that this was not his to look through, and Lorenz had respected his privacy, so maybe he ought to set the book aside and read no further.
Felix catches him, finally, on the outskirts of the haven, with the journal tucked away safely in one of his coat pockets. ]
Lorenz.
[ He'd be fully prepared to hand over the journal on the spot, but something in Lorenz's demeanor draws him up short, making him tilt his head and perk his ears. Maybe it's his predator's instincts recognizing the restless unease in his movements and interpreting it as something anxious.
Or maybe, he thinks with an unsettling clarity, he's just gotten so used to Lorenz that now he notices when the fop's body language has shifted just left of normal. ]
What's got you so spooked?
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[Lorenz asked, voice pitching uncharacteristically and ears flicking to alert despite recognizing the familiar voice in an instant. Sucking in a breath, Lorenz made a conscious effort to relax his posture and cast Felix his most shining, most polished smile--
--And failed. Clearly he was distracted.
Chuckling, Lorenz ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair and continued.]
Certainly not. Spooked? Please.
...I've merely misplaced something. 'Tis no matter, truly.
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He chuckles. Maybe it's just coincidence, but Felix has an idea of what he's lost—he just isn't going to say so yet. ]
Was that face supposed to convince me? You look more like you swallowed an insect..
[ Felix flashes him a grin both literally and figuratively wolfish, baring sharp canines as he tilts his head just slightly to one side and folds his arms, appraising. ]
Not like you to let yourself get this out of sorts. What exactly did you lose that's so important?
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[Lorenz did make a face at that-- one that anyone who had attended classes or extra curricular activities would recognize instantly as he devolved into fussy dramatics.]
Ugh. How dreadful.
[He pressed his lips into a thin line, biting down on the lower lip briefly as he parsed out exactly how to reply without giving too much away.]
...It's little more than a trifle of personal nature. I didn't have many of my personal belongings with me when I arrived, but this item was one of the few and among the most important.
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Seems as though Lorenz isn't going to elaborate without a nudge in the right direction, though. Felix sighs. ]
You're stubborn, you know that? You could just ask for my help hunting the thing down.
[ Like that's not the half-charred cast iron pot calling the kettle black. But if Lorenz wants to get to know him so badly, a little give in the other direction wouldn't hurt. Surely they've known each other long enough for that. ]
That trifle wouldn't happen to be a book, would it?
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B
Well, the LHG engraved into the bottom of the book's cover was a clue as to who it belonged to. And so to the watch!]
Have you lost a book of poetry lately, Lorenz?
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I do not know what you are talking about, Lady Edelgard. Why would I have a book of floridly written poetry about the trials we face in our daily lives?
[The denial was a bit too specific...]
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There is no shame in it.
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You write those words as if you expected this sort of foolish and selfish hobby from me.
You did not read anything, did you?
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I just read the first page, to see who's it was.
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a!
... Unfortunately, she enters scant seconds after Lorenz, and quite literally runs into the back of him as a result.
(She swears she's been moving quicker in Aefenglom. It's cool and all, but it makes things like this happen.) ]
Yikes! S-sorry.
[ When she hops — quite literally hops — back, her face remains obscured by a combination of a sky blue top hat and the floppy, fluffy white ears on which it is perched.
But trust, there's an embarrassed flush spreading across her cheeks. ]
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[Spying the young woman's apparent discomfort, Lorenz wisely took a step back to allow her as much space as she desired. In truth, he hadn't been paying attention either and was backing away from a display case when they collided.]
If anything, I should be the one apologizing for not paying attention!
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and up
and up
(what do you want from her, she's not even five feet tall!)
at the guy she ran into. ]
But you didn't do anything wrong! [ She just moves way too fast for her own good now, and it's kind of annoying. ]
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[He chuckled, entertained by how jumpy this bunny girl was.]
...Truthfully, this is my first time in a cafe of this sort. Where I am from there are certainly cafes and cats, but no one has thought to put them together under one roof.
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Really? [ O: You gotta come to Japanifornia, pretty boy. ] We have them in my world. You can adopt the cats and everything.
[ Actually... ] I wonder if you can do that here...
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b
[The second time the distressed noble scoured the street some time later, Hubert couldn't help speaking up from his shaded patio table.]
You seem quite distressed.
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But, seeing Hubert, he merely huffed.]
Distressed? Whatever do you mean? You do realize how warm it is today, right?
[He's a Faun, Hubert. He's all fuzzy, and much warmer than he is used to. Ordinarily he could take the heat... but ordinarily he didn't have half of his body covered with fur either.]
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I hadn't realized the heat was enough to perturb your immaculate grooming, or to cause you to dart about. Should I chalk this up to one of your newfound animal behaviors, perhaps?
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[The posturing dropped in an instant, revealing Lorenz's true face in that specific moment-- flushed with agitation as much as heat now, anger was in the immediate display of bravado that did little to hide his actual anxiety in that moment.]
It's a private matter, Hubert. Surely one that you are not interested in.
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You're likely correct. Should I leave you to scurrying about doing... whatever it is?
[Like a fool, Hubert almost adds, but refrains.]
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