sirenspull | February 6th, 2013

February 6th, 2013

It appears, mes chéris, the Port has decided not to let me go, after all.

[For those who knew him, Francis Bonnefoy is on the NV network again inside the baseball diamond, looking a lot more relaxed and happy than his last appearance almost a year ago. For those who don't, they'll find an immaculately dressed, blue-eyed blond man with a charming smile and a bit of a beard on his chin. His voice is also heavily accented with French.]

It says today is the 6th of February, 2013. This means I have been gone, mm, about a year, non? Alors, for me at home, it has been two since I last saw the Port. Nothing much seems to have changed, since then. I suppose this means I have lived a year twice over. Not that it was a great year, mais, it might have been worse. At least it was not the dark ages.

... ah la la, where are my manners? I am sure there are some of you listening to this, wondering who in god's name I am. [The charming smile comes up again.] Allo, tout le monde. I am François Bonnefoy. I tell everyone to call me Francis, for simplicity. I come from France, naturellement - Paris, to be precise. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I hope during my second stay things will go much smoother.

At any rate... it is almost refreshing to be back. I believe I was due for another vacation, anyway. Now! I expect all of you who know me well to let me celebrate my return with you! A party, perhaps? Or simpler little things if you do not like large groups. Mais, I will not take no for an answer~ I have a lot of catching up to do, I think.

[And with that, he starts to send out a few private messages.]

( Private to Magneto - moderate hack )

( Private to Raul Creed - moderate hack )

( Private to Franz d'Epinay - moderate hack )

( Private to Czeslaw Meyer - moderate hack )

( Private to Amy Sorel - moderate hack )

bondsoflove

[Filtered from Warsman.]

When I lived in Konoha, Valentine's Day consisted of every girl I knew bombarding me with crappy homemade chocolate that tasted more like wax. Boys were supposed to reciprocate with something of equal or greater value a month later, on White Day. I never did, though--for one thing, I'd have been broke, and for another I never returned the interest.

[If you look closely, his face has a little more color than usual, and he's avoiding looking directly into the camera. His voice is low, too, a little secretive--and on closer inspection, it becomes clear that he is hiding out in a supply closet. A posh one, though; even the closets at the Uzushio are high end.]

This is stupid. [Grumbled. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling nervously; he looks back at the camera and actually makes visual contact this time, resigned. Unhappy. Embarrassed.

But still resigned. He really doesn't have much choice, here.]

I've never done this before. [And he wouldn't be doing it at all, but he has this strange, squirming feeling somewhere in his stomach that Warsman would absolutely love it--that's enough for him to push past his hang-ups.] I don't want to make it seem like I'm trying to be the woman or anything, but--should I make him chocolate anyway?

[Augh. The words coming out of his mouth make him want to pull out his own hair.] I don't even know if he likes chocolate.

blackmoonrising

[Here’s the interior of Ichigo’s apartment; it’s late afternoon, the window is open to let a breeze (and a dragon) in, he’s sitting at his table with a cup of something in shot, you can see the dark head of his roommate beyond curled up on the sofa reading something, and besides him sits Hiccup. Both boys look thoroughly nonplussed. Ichigo gives the camera a flat look.]

I swear if anyone laughs about this I don’t care who they are I am kicking their ass.

You know, I'm a little torn between holding you back and letting you go ahead.

[Hiccup sighs, rubbing the side of his face before letting his hand drop back down.]

I'm also wondering if this is really a normal punishment for being late to classes.

Hell no, they just landed us with this damn chore ‘cause we’re Newcomers and they need to fill a quota or something. Screw this, I don’t give a crap about Valentine’s Day. It’s a girls’ holiday.

[You can hear the disdain dripping off him. Hiccup glances at all of the pink and red scattered across his lap and on the floor. He picks up a lacy heart, eying it warily. Toothless pokes his head over the both of them, sniffing curiously.]

Eugh. Yeah, no kidding... It feels that way for the girls here, anyway.

[At this point Rukia sighs in the background, grabs a rejected, lopsided heart, crumples it up and throws it at Ichigo's head.]

Don't be so childish. You're performing a service for your classmates and creating a more romantic atmosphere. That's perfectly appropriate for a dance such as this.

[She knows this because of the manga she's reading. Ichigo, however, is less than impressed by this reasoning, especially as the crumpled paper heart bounces off his head and lands smartly in his cup of cocoa with a ‘plop’. He fishes it out with an annoyed scowl, getting to his feet and turning to look at his assailant.]

Do we look like we know how to decorate a Valentines’ Dance, Rukia?

That's no excuse for doing a poor job. [Primly.]

That’s not the-

[Intruding into this scene of domestic bliss are a pair of breasts. Covered in an orange jacket and attached to a grinning woman, but fabulous nonetheless.

Also, they're pressed against the side of Ichigo's head for some reason.

For his part, he takes it rather well-]

UWAAAAA!

[-By falling on his ass and managing to stutter out:]

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WI- Yoruichi-san?!

Yo, Ichigo. Your window's open.

[ooc: Ichigo, Hiccup, Rukia, Yoruichi. ]