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undergrounds2015-11-18 01:59 am
smugfox) wrote in undergrounds2015-11-18 01:59 am
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November Catch-All
a) Somewhere with food
"Do you mind?" The good thing about British people, Reynard had quickly figured out, was that it didn't matter one bit whether they minded or not. By the time even the least polite of them had mustered up the courage to tell him that they very much minded indeed, he'd usually already gotten away with whatever it was he wanted to do.
In this case he not only sat down across from the person, but he also reached over to snatch something from their plate and immediately put it into his mouth. "Most gracious."
[ooc: Be the person who has food stolen, be an observer, join in to steal even more food or punch him in the face. Go with the flow!]
b) On the tube
"Right." That came out of nowhere and loud enough that several heads turned to look at him, quite a few people looking offended already. The tube wasn't a place to loudly proclaim anything. It was, at most, a place for quiet conversation and only if you knew the person sitting next to you. Other than that, anything other than 'pardon me' was really excessive.
"This is taking forever and we still don't know one another." Reynard got up and started to walk down the train, pointing at a passenger. "This man passed out ten minutes ago, because he's so drunk. Does anyone know where he wants to get off? Shouldn't we ask him?" He kicked the man's foot lightly, frowning. "He might also be dead, somebody ought to check on that. What about you?" Turning on his heels he looked at a girl with blue hair who stared at him with very wide eyes. "I can't be the only one who's been wondering for the past seven stops if that's your natural hair colour. Because it looks stunning on you, so either you have great genes or make great choices. Well done."
He took a few more steps, just in time to grab the pole so he wouldn't fall over. "Speaking of choices, can somebody tell me why every second person in London currently chooses to dress in red and black lumberjack shirts? Did I miss some kind of announcement? Is it a new uniform? Because if it is, I reckon the lesbians are pissed you stole it from them."
Spreading his arms he was almost tempted to take a bow as he took in all the people either staring at him or pretending not to hear him. The waves of second-hand embarrassment were all but tangible. Beautiful. "Will you people just start talking already?"
[ooc: ...someone just make him stop rambling. Or keep him rambling, whatever amuses you more.]
c) Locked to Siobhan
Reynard has only been here once before, but that was enough to find the way again. He slipped in after some other tenant and made his way up the stairs. In a plastic bag he carries quite a few scones, teacakes and assorted other treats. Just what a kind baker who left his store unattended for a few minutes wanted, to share with the world.
Given the circumstances, Reynard really didn't think it could count as stealing. Mostly it was taking what might have been given or at the very least should have been anyway.
d) Bring your own adventure!
[ooc: Just do whatever you like, feel free to hit me up for plotting.]
"Do you mind?" The good thing about British people, Reynard had quickly figured out, was that it didn't matter one bit whether they minded or not. By the time even the least polite of them had mustered up the courage to tell him that they very much minded indeed, he'd usually already gotten away with whatever it was he wanted to do.
In this case he not only sat down across from the person, but he also reached over to snatch something from their plate and immediately put it into his mouth. "Most gracious."
[ooc: Be the person who has food stolen, be an observer, join in to steal even more food or punch him in the face. Go with the flow!]
b) On the tube
"Right." That came out of nowhere and loud enough that several heads turned to look at him, quite a few people looking offended already. The tube wasn't a place to loudly proclaim anything. It was, at most, a place for quiet conversation and only if you knew the person sitting next to you. Other than that, anything other than 'pardon me' was really excessive.
"This is taking forever and we still don't know one another." Reynard got up and started to walk down the train, pointing at a passenger. "This man passed out ten minutes ago, because he's so drunk. Does anyone know where he wants to get off? Shouldn't we ask him?" He kicked the man's foot lightly, frowning. "He might also be dead, somebody ought to check on that. What about you?" Turning on his heels he looked at a girl with blue hair who stared at him with very wide eyes. "I can't be the only one who's been wondering for the past seven stops if that's your natural hair colour. Because it looks stunning on you, so either you have great genes or make great choices. Well done."
He took a few more steps, just in time to grab the pole so he wouldn't fall over. "Speaking of choices, can somebody tell me why every second person in London currently chooses to dress in red and black lumberjack shirts? Did I miss some kind of announcement? Is it a new uniform? Because if it is, I reckon the lesbians are pissed you stole it from them."
Spreading his arms he was almost tempted to take a bow as he took in all the people either staring at him or pretending not to hear him. The waves of second-hand embarrassment were all but tangible. Beautiful. "Will you people just start talking already?"
[ooc: ...someone just make him stop rambling. Or keep him rambling, whatever amuses you more.]
c) Locked to Siobhan
Reynard has only been here once before, but that was enough to find the way again. He slipped in after some other tenant and made his way up the stairs. In a plastic bag he carries quite a few scones, teacakes and assorted other treats. Just what a kind baker who left his store unattended for a few minutes wanted, to share with the world.
Given the circumstances, Reynard really didn't think it could count as stealing. Mostly it was taking what might have been given or at the very least should have been anyway.
d) Bring your own adventure!
[ooc: Just do whatever you like, feel free to hit me up for plotting.]
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He could probably figure out all on his own that a lot of the times the fact that faeries didn't like silver was sort of part of the whole point.
She reached out in turn to run a hand along his cheek and then through his hair.
"So that's why you're such a scruffy one."
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There was not even the pretence of not rubbing against her hand, his eyes closing immediately. He very readily leaned into her touch, his smirk softening into a pleased smile.
"Part of it. Although it's also just what comes naturally and why bother changing it? I pull it off nicely, don't I?"
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"Aye, that you do, you rogue."
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"Don't spread my age and other such details around, Sio." He looked up at her, tilting his head to the side a little. "It'd actually be best if you always denied knowing anything about me, no matter who's asking what. Best for you, best for me, not so good for others, but you're more important."
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It wasn't that she couldn't see his point, it would probably not be too kindly looked upon if it got out that a daybreak witch was making friends with fae, but being anything but truthful nevertheless was not an art she was particularly skilled in.
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Her objection did make him frown however. Reynard liked Siobhan, which wasn't saying much. He liked a lot of people. He tended to even like people that he hated. But in Siobhan's case, he also felt protective and that was a different beast altogether.
"Remind me to tell you less."
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She wanted to know more about Reynard.
"But I won't tell people about you either."
It wasn't as if anyone was terribly likely to ask him questions about him so all she had to do was stay quiet, and she did know how to do that. Some of the time at least.
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But then, it might be difficult to think of repercussions when said fae was pretty much snuggled up against someone and eating treat after treat from the bad they'd brought.
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She was naive for sure, but in spite of what many people have thought during her life, Siobhan wasn't stupid. She knew that Reynard was dangerous, she just didn't care too much.
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Reynard reached up to run his fingers through her hair, thoughtful as he inspected her. "You're sweet, Siobhan, but you're no fool. Kind, not naive. An important distinction."
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She smiled down at him and grabbed another treat from the bag.
"And what are you? Kind or a fool?"