ledbythewind | APPOINTMENTS POST

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APPOINTMENTS POST

This post can be used to thread with or get in contact with Richard at any point when he doesn't have a post up! Just comment here (please use the format [Action, June 24th], [Voice, March 5th], etc. to make it clear when the thread is taking place and what type of thread it is) for a thread with him; if it's a continuation of another thread or post, please link that so I remember the context of the thread.

GO NUTS.

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[Saturday is the day to sit down and read -- a day away from all the village drama and other matters that would have to be tended to afterward. So sitting down and reading is exactly what Hubert is doing in the living room, though he has his ears open for the sound of people entering and leaving the house. It's a Thing: He has to know who's present and who's not, or he's bound to overthink an absence.

His Majesty is not here. Hubert suspects he'll be back sooner than later. He turns a page.]

[Richard had been starting to think that he'd never get rid of Asbel. Yes, he's glad that his friend is so concerned over him while he's ill, but he's pretty sure he's not going to die from a mere cold and it's a little embarrassing to have someone making such a big deal over the fact that he's sick. At last he managed to get his friend off to bed on the pretense of wanting some sleep-- it's not exactly a lie, but.

Of course, that means that he's now in the very unenviable position of lying quietly in bed and trying NOT to cough up a lung and bother his roommate in the process. Which... yeah, it's not working very well. Sorry, Isamu.]

[Together, the duo will protect the village!]

Yeah... The village is so quiet...

((ooc: Continued from here!))

[continued from here~!]

To... pet it? [unsure about this.] ...Why do you have a goat in the first place?

[He hasn't been awake for two days, save spits of uneven consciousness. Everyone figures it's for the best - painkillers to knock him out, keep the pain managed and speed up the week of recovery. Anything he needs, his crew will take care of. This is for his own good.

But this doesn't mean sleep comes as a relief: brows always knit, covers always thrown off, body always twisting... Sanji sweats uneasily through his fever and battles his nightmares alone, regardless of who is in the room with him.]

[It's not until much, much later that evening that Richard at last returns home and stumbles back in, the scent of alcohol hanging heavily around him. It's pretty obvious where he's been for the past several hours, and judging by the look on his face, it didn't do that much to help with his mood...]

[On his way to the Battle Dome, Richard may spot Pao-Lin sleeping in the surrounding forest. The way she's sprawled clumsily on the ground, though, suggests that she didn't just up and decide to take a nap in the middle of nature today. In fact, at a quick glance from a distance, it almost kind of looks like she might be hurt or dead -- though there's no blood on her or any other signs of a scuffle.]

[This is an intervention.

This is Isamu marching into Richard's room and then just standing there with his hands on his hips.]

Get dressed. You're taking me out.

[After he was finished visiting with Cheria, Asbel knew he had to check on Richard. Richard's dealt with a lot in Luceti... Almost too much for one person. He promised he'd always be there for Richard, and yet, even though it wasn't his plan... He failed to do that. He left Luceti...

Wordlessly, he knocks on Richard's door.]

[So, rather than running all over creation to find some flamboyant guy in boots (???? maybe he should've asked Haruhi for more detail than that), Yuri decides to just give it a shot and try to contact Richard through the journal.

... So, hey there, Richard. Your journal is ringing.]

[First Yukito, then Touya. Two of his best chefs in the span of a few weeks, just gone. Sure, Sanji has always been aware something like this could happen, but even Luceti veterans turn placid when the inevitable takes its sweet time slapping reality in everyone's faces.

The chef is certainly shouldering the burden of reality now. Rather than put up a call for more chefs and waiters, Sanji has instead taken to filling up whatever hours he can out of his own schedule. Not the wisest move, all things considered, but being busy means less time to think, and especially with Nami absent, Sanji isn't keen on spending too much time with his thoughts. So he cooks. And cooks. And as the days pass by, he slowly feels his energy reserves halt and dwindle. When he nearly nods off into his own souffle one morning, only then does he start to admit that maybe he needs to scale back his expectations.

Maybe.

But until then, he'll settle for a few drinks at Good Spirits to unwind... and try not to fall asleep in them.]

[Perhaps it was a little silly, going out on a date with his boyfriend when they both live in the same apartment, usually go to the same places and spend time alone with each other daily. But after those unsettling dreams he had, with his mother - both their mothers somehow showing up here along with a whole variety of characters... Teddy felt like they needed to do something refreshing, familiar, something they hadn't done in a while. They might have eaten here together plenty of times, but it was never called a "date". And now that it was, it seemed... different.

So, he holds the door open for Billy, his other hand clasped within his boyfriend's, and smiles, the expression genuine and happy. They were just bad dreams, after all, and this was already making him feel better, giddy even. He just hoped it was the same for Billy.]

Kind of like going to Absolute Bagels again, isn't it?

[Isamu is up early this morning, and he enters the room Richard has been sleeping in without knocking. In his hands is a tray, and on that tray is breakfast - crepes, jam, eggs, and toast. He has orange juice in cartons so there was no risk of spilling any on the way up.

He's barefoot, hair still damp from a morning shower, wearing just some plain house clothes - sweat pants and a t-shirt. The tray is set down on the nightstand, the smell of food already filling the room. As for Isamu himself, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.]

Hey.

[Oh, Richard. You're getting to be a little too predictable when it comes to running off.

As hard as Sanji leaving hit Isamu, he knew it would be worse for the blond. When he found his friend's room emptied, he first checked the window before heading downstairs.

It was raining outside, and while this could help cover Richard's tracks it would also provide plenty of mud for him to leave some in. Isamu isn't the best of trackers, but Richard isn't the most stealthy, either. He's soon be hot on the king's trail, running after him without much heed for the weather (though he left his hat at home).]

(OOC: From here)

[Richard just stares at that image for a moment, silent. He remembers that day on the draft-- how Isamu had charged those Shift Hunters to protect him despite the risk to himself.

But that's what the two of them have always done, haven't they? They've always protected him, even if it meant risking injury or worse. They didn't have anything to gain from doing that, because his status means nothing here in Luceti.

In his mind, Twila hisses and recoils, infuriated. This isn't how it's supposed to go! He isn't supposed to be questioning her or fighting back like this, yet here he is, wondering if his friends might not be right.

Just the fact that he's having second thoughts about all of this is proof enough that her hold over him is faltering.]

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