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capitalh2014-03-28 08:01 pm
civilizedcombat) wrote in capitalh2014-03-28 08:01 pm
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Who: Cynthia and YOU
Where: The Trailblazers dorms and around LA
When: Around the end of February
What: LA's peppiest superhero-in-training focuses on an important project and does miscellaneous things around LA.
Warnings: None yet.
The Trailblazers dorms
Usually around this time of the day, Cynthia is making rounds around the dorms and peeking over the shoulders of her teammates to see what they're doing. Usually, she's talking loudly enough to someone that she can be heard several rooms over. Usually, she's bugging someone to do something or go somewhere with her.
Today, however, Cynthia is quiet. She's hunched over something in the main room; it's difficult to tell what it is, but it looks like it might be a piece of paper or maybe a notebook. She could be holding a pencil or a pen, too. She doesn't respond to any nearby conversation, even if her name is said. It seems like she's unusually focused on the item in front of her. It's up to you to solve this mystery, brave Trailblazer.
Wandering around LA
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Cynthia is out for a stroll in the city. It's such a beautiful day, so how could she not take the opportunity to enjoy a little bit of it? She's full of energy and ready to explore stores and streets she hasn't seen before. She might do a little bit of shopping, too; it depends on what she finds. Today is a great day for anything and everything.
Throughout the day, Cynthia will jump to help anyone she perceives to be in trouble. She might not do a very good job of helping, but it's the thought that counts, right? Despite not currently being proficient as a superhero, Cynthia will try her best to stop any crime she sees. She's happy to strike up conversation with anyone in her environment who looks friendly...probably also people who don't look friendly. It's just such a nice day.
At the end of the day, she'll sit down on the grass at a nearby park and enjoy the feeling of the breeze in her hair. You might find her rolling around in the grass on occasion, blissfully unaware of any prying eyes.
((If you'd like something more specific for either the dorms or general LA, please let me know and I'll set something up! PM is a good way to do that if you don't have me added on social media.))
Where: The Trailblazers dorms and around LA
When: Around the end of February
What: LA's peppiest superhero-in-training focuses on an important project and does miscellaneous things around LA.
Warnings: None yet.
The Trailblazers dorms
Usually around this time of the day, Cynthia is making rounds around the dorms and peeking over the shoulders of her teammates to see what they're doing. Usually, she's talking loudly enough to someone that she can be heard several rooms over. Usually, she's bugging someone to do something or go somewhere with her.
Today, however, Cynthia is quiet. She's hunched over something in the main room; it's difficult to tell what it is, but it looks like it might be a piece of paper or maybe a notebook. She could be holding a pencil or a pen, too. She doesn't respond to any nearby conversation, even if her name is said. It seems like she's unusually focused on the item in front of her. It's up to you to solve this mystery, brave Trailblazer.
Wandering around LA
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Cynthia is out for a stroll in the city. It's such a beautiful day, so how could she not take the opportunity to enjoy a little bit of it? She's full of energy and ready to explore stores and streets she hasn't seen before. She might do a little bit of shopping, too; it depends on what she finds. Today is a great day for anything and everything.
Throughout the day, Cynthia will jump to help anyone she perceives to be in trouble. She might not do a very good job of helping, but it's the thought that counts, right? Despite not currently being proficient as a superhero, Cynthia will try her best to stop any crime she sees. She's happy to strike up conversation with anyone in her environment who looks friendly...probably also people who don't look friendly. It's just such a nice day.
At the end of the day, she'll sit down on the grass at a nearby park and enjoy the feeling of the breeze in her hair. You might find her rolling around in the grass on occasion, blissfully unaware of any prying eyes.
((If you'd like something more specific for either the dorms or general LA, please let me know and I'll set something up! PM is a good way to do that if you don't have me added on social media.))
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Which is why he helps her the same way a little kid might help: with a lot of energy, but not a lot of effort. He grabs paper towels by the armful, throwing them somewhat haphazardly at wherever the biggest puddles are and hastily mopping them up... which mostly results in the liquid getting spread out even more.
It's a bit like watching a very inefficient whirlwind.
"So! Do you come here often?" he asks with the same kind of wild energy he's putting into failing at cleaning things up. Does this guy even have an off switch? Probably not.
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"Nah, I just found this place like a week ago," she says, a little less cheery than usual. "What about you?" She looks up at his face, and it hits her that he is kind of familiar in a vague way. She has no idea where she might have seen him, or someone like him. It's bugging her. Before he can answer, or perhaps as he is beginning to answer, she cuts in: "Hey – do I know you from somewhere?"
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"You might!" he exclaims, beaming from ear to ear. "I have a gig at a venue not too far from here - they have my posters plastered all over the place! Maybe you saw one of them!"
Actually it's kind of a shitty club and they have a grand total of one poster hidden under a dozen other pictures, but like that's enough to detract Eusine from his dreams of greatness.
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The comment about a gig piques her interest, though.
"What kind of gig do you have?" she asks. She's about cleaned up all of the spilled coffee on the floor, so she has a bunch of wet and crumpled paper towels in her hands. At least she's close to putting this embarrassing incident behind her forever. "Are you a musician or something?" Honestly, it wouldn't surprise her. This guy doesn't seem like your regular old office worker.
the joke is that he was closer to the trash because he IS trash
He was closer to the garbage can anyway.
"Not a musician, no." He theatrically dusts his hands off. "I deal in awe and wonder, mysteries and illusions! I am...!"
His voice goes down one octave. Dramatically.
"... a magician."
YOUR PROFESSION IS UNCOOL EUSINE
"Oh," she says, unimpressed, when he finally gets to saying what he does for a living. "...Do you pull rabbits out of hats and stuff, or is it, like, real magic?" She very much doubts that he does any real magic – I mean, just look at this guy. There's no way he's summoning ancient legendary weapons and calling down lightning.
WOW EXCUSE YOU MAGIC IS THE COOLEST THING
"You make it sound so boring." he says, quite ruffled. "Magic is so much more than pulling rabbits out of hats! Sorcery may be impressive... but prestidigitation is the realest kind of magic! Magic... from the heart!"
And that's coming from a wizard, so you know this completely unbiased opinion is true. Not that wizardry is any less real but. Listen, he's trying to make a point here.
MAGIC IS COOL; EUSINE IS NOT
WOW! WOW!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. RUDE.
"Mythical beast? Like... a unicorn???" His face lights up, as if the previous minute never even happened. Why concentrate on people dissing his magic when there are nobles steeds to be discussed!
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"Kinda..." she says, contemplative. "More like a pegasus, if you ask me. I mean, I talked to a friend the other day about chimeras, too, but pegasi are the best." As she says this, her face also lights up. There's nothing like pegasus talk to lift the spirit after spilling coffee everywhere. "I guess unicorns could be pretty cool noble steeds if you're afraid of heights, though."
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"I know! How about we discuss this over a nice cup of coffee? After all, you did just spill your drink!" he declares, before making a dismissive gesture with one hand. "It's on me, I insist."
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"Well, alright!" she says, smiling a little. "Thanks a bunch, uh...I don't think you've introduced yourself yet. ...I guess I haven't either! My name's Cynthia."
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And with that, he spins on his heel and strides towards the counter. What comes next probably isn't what Cynthia expected. Oh, he could buy coffee, it's true... or he could comment on the fact the floor was awfully slippery, really, someone could have gotten badly injured, or even burnt, look at his chest, he's going to bear the mark for days-
It lasts for about two minutes, after which the barista just gives Eusine two tall mugs of free latte in exchange of the promise he'll shut up and put a goddamn shirt on.
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When Eusine seems to have the lattes, Cynthia goes up to the counter and stops next to him. "Hey, I'm...really sorry about all of this," she says to the barista with a bit of a repentant shrug, then tries to direct Eusine to her table without touching him.
They arrive, and she sits down in front of her laptop. "Thanks for the drink...I guess..." She gives him a look that says he really shouldn't have gotten the drinks like that. She's going to feel guilty about drinking this, but she can't just waste it, can she?
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He can be very persuasive. It's just that in his world "persuasive" means "obnoxious."
"Don't mention it," he says with a grin and a dismissive gesture of his hand, before putting on an expensive-looking jacket - retrieved from a nearby chair, because of course he's the kind of guy who holds a table before having even bought anything. He did promise the barista he wouldn't stay bare-chested, although why anyone would want to miss the occasion to ogle such a fine upper body is beyond him.
There's a mischievous glint in his eyes when he resumes. "This is a flourishing business, I'm sure they won't miss two drinks."
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When she's recovered from her mostly invisible ordeal, she narrows her eyes at Eusine a little. "Yeah, I bet." She pauses, partially out of tongue pain, partially to let her suspicions sink in. "That sure is a...weird word to emphasize."
sometimes i'm glad i am a master of shit puns
"Is it, really?" He leans forward, resting his chin on one hand. The expression on his face can best be described as 'shitlord'. "And here I thought my mastery of language was unrivaled!"
He looks so proud of his flawless wordplay. Incredible. Give this man a comedy award.
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"I'd call it something more like..." She pauses and leans in, stretching out the moment dramatically. "Mystical."
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It's pretty obvious he's trying to keep his voice low... but it's not exactly working. As it is, he's just excitedly loud instead of deafening.
"What a small world!" He leans back into his seat, beaming. "It's good to meet you in the flesh, my dear rival."