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so i'll just wander home
Who: Pure Vanilla Cookie & You
What: Pure Vanilla is familiarizing himself with his surroundings
When: Endish of February
Where: All over the Grove
Warnings: Will edit if needed but nothing so far
a) take me to church - specific for ww but open to all otherwise
b) all that wander are not lost but this sheep may be
c) baa baa white sheep asks you for help
What: Pure Vanilla is familiarizing himself with his surroundings
When: Endish of February
Where: All over the Grove
Warnings: Will edit if needed but nothing so far
a) take me to church - specific for ww but open to all otherwise
[Trying to orient himself more with the Grove, Pure Vanilla has taken to visiting the various buildings. The first place he visits is the one that calls to him most: the Church. It's quiet inside, cozy, and familiar in an unfamiliar way. It reminds him a little of the Solarium of Unity. Not quite in visuals - and most certainly not in the iconography that is completely foreign to him - but in the general feel of the place. There's a peace to it, a feeling of welcome. It sets him at ease, and he visibly relaxes.
He stops next to the pulpit, merely looking around for a moment, before a noise catches his attention and his staff glances up. Oh. While it proceeds to go through the stages of grief and attempts to curl its vines up to cover itself, Pure Vanilla smiles and tilts his head back towards the pigeons in the rafters. Are they mixed with plants? How peculiar.]
Hello there, little ones. I hope I am not disturbing you.
[Extending a hand, he waits patiently and is rewarded with a pigeon fluttering down to it. Because he's a fucking Disney princess and it's canon birds love him. Take it up with his world. The Staff glares at it like it's personally shit on it, but Pure Vanilla ignores it. Don't be mean.]
Do you live here?
[He's not expecting an answer, to be honest, but he is enjoying the bird. It's very cute.]
b) all that wander are not lost but this sheep may be
[Other than the Church, Pure Vanilla can be found in other places, studying them and getting used to them. He may be found in the Bath House, delightedly exploring this bodies waterproofing by taking a dip or two. Only to find out wool is very heavy when wet and waterproof doesn't mean unsinkable. The Therapy Office also calls to him, mostly the Library, where he can be found seated with a few books around him. Though they're mostly self-help, he's never read them before, and he's quite engrossed. He explores the School with the air of a teacher saddened by the state of it, mentally marking places he may be able to aid in refurbishing it. In fact, he may have a little pad of paper and pencil with him to make notes on it.
As promised, he can also be found at the Lab or Clinic so that the Healers there can look him over as they so desired. He will gladly offer any sort of samples that may be requested from him.
And last but not least, he can be found staring intently at the eyeball lemons at Elsword's House. Well, the staff is staring intently, Pure Vanilla looks amused and seems to be trying to convince the staff they're not going to respond to it.]
c) baa baa white sheep asks you for help
[Are sheep common in the Grove? If not, it might be quite bizarre to see a perfectly normal looking ram standing in the middle of the grove near the well. Simply standing there, stock still. Well, almost stock still, it's ears keep flicking up at every little sound. Nearby is a staff that may or may not be recognizable, laying in a puddle of water that had spilled from a drawn bucket, the eye on it frantically looking around.
Should the eye land on anyone, the sheep will twist it's ears in their direction, then turn it's head. It's eyes are open, blue and gold staring almost pleadingly at whomever approaches and it speaks.]
Help.
[Sheep sure did ask for help, do you accept this quest?]
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[Comes a voice unfamiliar to Pure Vanilla from the entrance to the church, Wolfwood standing there with the Punisher- his massive cross-slash-gun weapon- slung over one shoulder. It's currently wrapped up in cloth and belts, so it looks less like a gun and more like an actual cross, as he saunters inside hefting the thing like it's made of cardboard and not solid metal.
While Pure Vanilla isn't going to recognize the black-suited man with sunglasses coming inside, Wolfwood does recognize Pure Vanilla, if only able to connect the dots via the little drawing he'd made in the notebook.
That, and there's only one other goat person here, and he knows what Kreide looks like already.]
Pure Vanilla, I'm guessin'.
[The little plant pigeon resting on Pure Vanilla's hand is not budging. If anything, it just coos softly and hunkers down right where it is, thank you.]
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After gathering his scattered wits at being surprised, Pure Vanilla relaxes and offers the other a smile. Get fucking sunbeamed, idiot.]
I do not blame them! There is a feeling of warmth and welcome here. A peace I have only felt before back home.
[The pigeon hunkering in makes him smile more and he lifts it to gently settle it onto his shoulder, so it can cozy into the wool that's peeking out around his robes. The correct guess of his name makes him beam again, the Staff following suit this time by curving closed happily.]
Yes! It is a pleasure to meet you!
[He doesn't ask for a name, he's sure it'll be given in due time, when the other trusts him.]
Forgive me if this place is yours, I was quite drawn to it.
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Wolfwood has to guess that he doesn't quite realize who he's talking to. That, or maybe he's just way more forgiving than he gives him credit for...whatever the case, he brings the "cross" up to the pulpit and leans it up against the wall nearby for the time being. He's going to be here a while cleaning, but always brings the Punisher with him just in case.
You never know what nonsense might break out in this place, even here. Maybe especially here.]
It's mine, yeah. I'm the Priest, remember?
[He jerks his thumb towards the pulpit, and sure enough, there's a plaque there that reads "St. Nicholas".]
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He's a little disappointed there's no wolf or wood about him. Humans are so strange with their naming conventions.]
Ah! I was unaware you were a Saint! It is an honor! May I know which title you prefer, so as to address you properly?
[Sheesus Sun intensifies.]
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[He starts to reiterate, but...he knows that trying to correct him isn't going to work. Mizuki calls him Father Wolfwood after all, this sort of thing ends up sticking. So, he just sort of sighs as he leans behind the pulpit and pulls out a broom that was hidden there.
Time to start cleaning. The cleaning in this place never ends.]
Actually, forget it. Just call me Wolfwood.
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[Pure Vanilla is silent for a moment as he watches the man fetch the broom, smiling a little.]
Would you like me to leave?
[If the man is going to clean, after all, he would hate to be in the way. Reaching to his shoulder, he gently dislodges the pigeon, getting a coo of 'i was asleep' from it, and tries to get it to fly back up towards the rafters.
Have you ever seen a pigeon just decide not to fly? It just refuses, sitting like a lump as it's gently bounced up and down, wings firmly tucked in, leaves fluffing up.]
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Seeing Pure Vanilla with that pigeon, though...gives him an idea.]
You seem to be a regular bird whisperer. Think you can keep them busy while I sweep? Don't want 'em leavin' me more presents while I work.
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Of course! I would be delighted to help!
[Since the pigeon is not going anywhere, Pure Vanilla tucks it back to his shoulder, where it side steps into the fluff and hunkers down. Then the sheepman raises his staff upwards, which in turn looks like it's about to see The Horrors, and gently begins to try and coax the rest of the pigeons into moving to it. One at a time please, come come.]
You know [His voice is soft and pleasant, and he smiles and makes a soft noise to the pigeon that eventually lands on the staff, pecking at it.] they may roost here because they like you. Birds bond quite heavily with humans they see as part of their flock.
[Down the staff comes, and that Pigeon is gently relocated to Pure Vanilla's other shoulder. Up goes the now very cranky looking Staff again.]
It is also warm and pleasant here, quiet. It is a wonderful place of Worship.
[Jesus tested, Jesus approved.]
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That said, having someone entertain the birds is a blessing, so he isn't going to complain about it. He just watches out of the corner of his eye as the birds take turns getting ferried down to Pure Vanilla one by one. They're all incredibly docile and used to people after living here a while, though there are a couple that seem a bit flighty and unsure of the staff as it's lifted their way. A couple flutter their wings and hop away from it, but they'll come back eventually.]
Really? Cause I figured they just wanted to be away from the snow.
[That's probably also true, it had been snowing a lot before Pure Vanilla arrived. The plantimals desire warm and dry places.
He turns his attention to the floor as he sweeps, though he will keep talking in that low baritone he has.]
Yeah...I guess you're right. This place is meant to be non-demoninational. Anybody who wants to pray can come here and do it, even if it ain't somethin' I pray to.
[Wolfwood shrugs a shoulder. He doesn't judge (usually).]
Just don't read the books.
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B is for (b)eyeball lemons
He opens the window and flies out, landing nearby but far enough off that his wings don't slap Pure Vanilla in the face.]
Hi. [Approaches your location] Do you want some? You can just pick them.
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The sound of the landing makes his ears flick and the staff quickly darts to look in the direction it came from, before going back to staring intently at the lemons. The smile that Pure Vanilla aims at Elsword is a Grandpa Beam.]
Hello, my friend! I was not thinking of plucking them, but I thank you for the offer! My Staff is interested in them as they remind it of itself, though I am afraid it does not understand they are not sentient like it is.
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Oh. [He turns to the staff and looks at it.] Sorry, staff, they're just lemons from the demon realm that I planted.
[the truth come out: these cursed objects are NOT native to the grove.]
I don't know why they have eyes, but a lot of demon realm food is weird.
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It does quite remind me of several plants back home. My Staff itself, before I ensorcelled it to be my sight, was quite similar. Simply a flower with a closed lid. Are they simply just lemons?
[Pure Vanilla now will investigate one, holding it in his hand as he turns it left and right, pondering. The eye is very convincing, it could probably be magicked into something similar...]
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Yeah, kind of. The eyes look like they're crying when you juice them. [And then look Horrific, downright Hideous, once they've been squeezed. Because there's an eye.] They taste like normal lemons, but maybe a tiny bit saltier? And they're definitely pretty sour. You can make a really good lemonade with them, though. The demons showed me how.
[And somehow he still remembers that, but not like, 88% of his life. So. You know, doing well.]
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How very peculiar. It seems a little macabre, but I do not have much room to talk.
[Everything has a fucking face on it back home SO.]
Has anyone tried to use them as seeing eyes?
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[It's okay, most demon realm food for some reason has an eyeball on it. No one knows why.]
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Yes, it's what I did to my staff here, to compensate for my eyesight. [Until canon proves it wrong.] May I?
[He gestures to a branch with a singular fruit on it, that looks like it might make a good staff. If not, he can simply break the eye off...]
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b, near the Lab to bother the bird together as discussed
In any case, strolling around the Grove was something that he did on more or less a daily basis, although he preferred certain times of the day (or night, really) and certainly during moments when he was mentally able to, especially considering the amount of spirits he's had to push through.
Today, however, he spotted a figure whom he'd glimpsed before in the inn, and he then chose to follow him for a little while. Pure Vanilla might notice that a suspicious shadow had been trailing him, although it was absolutely quick to dart in and out of sight whenever he'd glance back or look in its direction. Perhaps it's just...shy?
Because in truth, Phantom didn't know how to approach the Cookie in person. Although fortuitously, perhaps, he realised that they were nearing the lab... ]
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No, he doesn't want See something he probably shouldn't if it's one of the Ghosts of this place.
Instead he waits to see if they will come out on their own before smiling in that direction, and calling out gently. Like a shepherd trying to coax a frightened sheep out of hiding.]
Hello. It's okay, I won't hurt you if you would like to come over. There is no need to hide.
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he doesn't know what to do when you meet an internet friend for the first time in personIt seems like the staff that the Cookie was holding was one that could channel his Arts, or the equivalent of it in his world. Phantom noticed it staring intently his way, although he adroitly avoided detection, even without the assistance of his shadows. His extremely sharp sight catches the fact that his dear friend's ears went up, too; he was debating on whether or not he should come out now of his hiding place (in one of the nearby bushes).
After all, it wasn't his intention to scare Pure Vanilla. He...simply didn't know how to approach him. It was easier with the other Rhodes Island operators, even if he wasn't close with any of them personally. But...those who came from another world was a whole different matter altogether. Speaking to them through the netbook is one thing (although he feels a bit awkward about that too), but meeting them in person is another.
...The gentle words, however, was indeed reassuring. It reminded him of their conversations and his promises to him, and...slowly, the Feline came out from his hiding place. It was probably a little...awe-inspiring how a grown man could hide in and be concealed by the bushes (and its shadows, albeit not literally this time), but he is, after all, a feline. His movements are graceful and fluid, despite his height and the general size of his body. The ears, however, should be the most telltale feature — he's not wearing his usual cloak or either of his hats today, just his dark suit, and they were in full view. ]
...Hello. It's just me — Phantom. I hope I did not scare you, dear friend. I saw you walking in the direction of the Lab.
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It's like Grandpa is channeling the sun and redirecting it.]
Ah! My friend, hello! It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person! You did give me a startle, but worry not on scaring me!
[The comment on the Lab makes him glance over his shoulder towards it, his tail wiggling lightly.]
Yes, I was curious about all the buildings, and wished to acquaint myself with them all, should a need ever arise to have the knowledge. This is where your friend - Gnosis - is, correct? Would you care to join me? I do believe we made plans to speak with him together!
[There's so much cheer and joy in Pure Vanilla's voice over Phantom's presence, it would sound like they were old friends.]
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It was more like summer, and the sheer radiance of it certainly caught him off-guard. If a Sankta's halo could be condensed into a smile...that would be what Pure Vanilla's smile was like.
Fighting the urge to jump back into the bushes (since he couldn't use his Shadow Arts to run away) due to the fact that he feels so terribly awkward now, Phantom nods slightly. He attempted to return Pure Vanilla's smile with a small one; hopefully it didn't came out as a grimace instead. His feline ears twitches a little, betraying his nervousness.
Lynxes are not...very social animals.]It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, too. [ Even so, his flat voice was softer by a notch, and his gaze, too, noticeably softens. This was certainly Lucian speaking instead of Phantom, his persona. ] In that case...I apologise for startling you. I am afraid that it was rather a habit of mine, to blend in with the shadows...yet, fret not. I would never harm you.
[ If anything, he was actually on the lookout for him. Even if the Staff seems magical, he never saw anything wrong with looking out after the people he trust or had been entrusted with from the shadows, after all. ]
Most reasonable, indeed. I believe I have done something similar myself in the recent past. [ He nods, his small tail swaying lightly — signifying that he was relaxed. He did took a couple of steps closer to Pure Vanilla afterwards. ] He is more of a coworker than a personal friend, but I suppose under these circumstances...we are. And yes, that is where he usually spends his time as well as lived in.
[ Since he more or less spotted Gnosis coming in and out there all of the time. Again, he nods. ]
But of course, I would. I have not been inside the Lab myself thus far, but as I have told you over the network, yes, I would gladly accompany you. Please lead the way, then. [ He gestures lightly in the Lab's direction, preparing to follow suit. ]
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It is a unique skill to have, and I see the benefit of it, and there is no need to apologize. There was no harm done, and I am glad it is you!
[Pure Vanilla's own tail wiggles as Phantom steps closer, and his ears flop comfortably. Coworkers... hm. He does hope he's not putting Phantom in an awkward position. He will keep an ear out in case it turns bad, turning himself as Phantom settles in beside him.]
Of course, and thank you! I know I have said it before, but it always help to have someone who knows both sides.
[He'll move when Phantom says to lead the way, easily moving despite his eyes never opening, the staff focused ahead as they move to the door. Pure Vanilla is obviously pondering the building as he reaches out to open it, stepping aside to let Phantom in first.]
I wonder how similar our worlds are in this regard as well?
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...I suppose so. [ He tactfully avoided mentioning that it was useful for his job. ] As always, thank you for the reassurance. I am not actually a ghost, contrary to...my code name.
[ He's not...used to people expressing that they were happy to see him, either. But he managed to accept it gracefully, and overcomes his social anxiety by stepping closer. The movement of his own tail remained unchanged, still relaxed, while his ears returned to how they normally were: unmoved, although always alert. Perhaps he even unconsciously draws closer to him after he settles beside him — always alert of any possible dangers. The Grove had proven to be a safe place thus far, but he did not trust the Forest nor its entity. Not in the slightest bit. ]
Don't mention it. I'm here. [ Which was the Feline operator's manner of saying that he got his back, and the words were accompanied by a small nod. Perhaps because sensitivity was his strong suit, not only towards his environment and the arts but also the people around him, after a moment, Phantom added: ] He might be my coworker, and I might not be able to claim that...I am close to any of my coworkers here personally. Admittedly, not a single one, even back at home. I am not a people person, as you might have already known. However...with Gnosis, I could at least guarantee that we are on good terms, at least professionally speaking.
[ That was his reassurance that things wouldn't turn to stabbing— er, awkward. Things wouldn't turn awkward. He said this as he followed Pure Vanilla's lead, closing what little distance remains between them and the Lab, careful so as to not drift too far from the Cookie. A curious glance was sent his way concerning the state of...his companion's eyes, but he didn't say anything about it. He did, however, arch a delicate eyebrow slightly when Pure Vanilla steps aside to let him in first, after he'd opened the door. ]
...Opening the door for others? Well, we Victorians usually do it towards the fairer sex, but it is considered polite to do so to others regardless of that. Either way, here we are. Thank you.
[ He sighs after a moment, an inaudible one, not because of Pure Vanilla, but rather because he has to put on a professional face. The owner of the lab likely already have known that he had some visitors, after all. Thus, he raised his voice after he had stepped inside the place, although not before he gave the door some polite knocks. ]
Operator Gnosis? It is I, Phantom. I brought a friend with me. I apologise for bothering you.
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...pinning insects to a board? Oh boy. What Is he doing.
The door opening doesn't startle him at all. He looks up, opens his mouth to say something, and then pauses; he was expecting Add or Sesa or someone, not Phantom and Pure Vanilla, the latter who he hasn't yet met face to face. There is a dead grasshopper just. in his hand. Hey hi what's up guys.]
It isn't a bother, really. How can I help?
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breaks tag order to give PV the modly answers he wants; cw body horror
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