Conversation #1 [About the Storm]

[masinorimoriyama]

[Rated W for minor language]
Setting: A short conversation between Odille and Masinori taking place directly after "All of the Memories" RP.

Masinori watched Izar as he crossed the front lawn towards the road, thinking it would take forever for him to walk home. As he shut the door, he was about to curse himself for not offering to walk with him, but he was startled by a familiar presence. "You're getting better." Odille then materialized from out of nowhere, leaning against the wall on the other side of the door with a long black cigarette in her hand, like she'd been there all along, and was maybe a little surprised he'd sensed it. She must’ve been watching them, camouflaged by her surroundings. He felt suddenly embarrassed and angry that she’d intruded undetected on a private moment, but shook it off, realizing his hypocrisy. “This is what people would feel like if they knew I were in their dreams.” He said, with a sort of dark glare at her, to let her know he was a little ticked. He peered out the glass part of the door to see if he could spot Izar’s shape in the distance, he couldn’t. He looked away, but took a double take. He thought he saw a bird or something.

Masinori walked past Odille, and as he did he snatched her cigarette away and placed it in his own mouth. The cloves were strong, but incredibly smooth, with a sweet spicy flavor that tobacco didn’t have. They were nice once in a while, and Odille always tried to switch his regular cigarettes for them. He crossed the entranceway and went to where his shirt lay by the fireplace. He picked it up and slipped it on, then went for his coat. It looked like a wet rat, and he frowned at it. It definitely needed a good dry cleaning. And a half, he smiled inwardly. Odille’s arms were crossed, still in the same spot, as he walked by and hung his coat on the wooden coat hanger on the other side of the door.

When he walked passed again she took her cigarette back. Masinori slapped her hands, and reached for her pocket, grabbing the pack that was there. He carefully pulled one out and stuck it in his mouth, then closed it and threw the box in the general direction of Ody’s head with a snigger. He fumbled for his own lighter in his pocket and lit it, taking a long shaky drag. He let the large cloud of smoke out slowly, and paced a little. “What are your plans for today?” He asked Odille. He wanted to get out of the house pretty badly now. It felt weird being there, and he wanted something to occupy him.

Again his thoughts overpowered him. He had kept thinking back to the young man he’d seen talking to his friend Danae all that week, in the midst of his brooding about who he was and what he was doing here. And then, he just so happened to run into him, and got stranded with him in a storm. And he was Tainted too. What were the odds? But what if he hadn’t been Tainted? Would it have mattered? He knew it wouldn’t have, he knew that Izar could’ve had two heads and he’d still feel this way, but Masinori shuddered when he thought about it. It put things into a strange perspective that he didn’t want to consider right now. “Let’s get out of here, go to the city maybe, anything.” Masinori said impassively to Odille. All those thoughts and the clove was still going strong. Those things lasted longer than daylight.

[elaezerbelle]

Odille watched the two men in her cottage, after the fact that she let them think she’d walked away with her coffee. She watched Masi make waffles for them, whip up some kind of herbal concoction, which wasn’t anything strange or new, but most of all she watched the man she didn’t know. He was older than her, but younger than Masi. He had colorful hair, a very small frame, and behaved most peculiar around her friend. Her best friend. It was pretty startling too, that Masi was almost an entirely different person when he was near him. He smiled, he laughed, he joked. His every movement and expression betrayed how he felt. How well did they know each other? She’d never seen this chap before. She almost swore she didn’t know who either of them were.

He grabbed his things and left then, a bag, a sword and a quiver of arrows. It was like he was some kind of Lord of the Rings character or something. She quirked an invisible brow, she was creating an illusion, masking herself. It was like being invisible, she was there, but they were tricked into thinking she wasn’t. Just the furnishings and the walls watched them. Not Odille Lenore. She leaned against the door as Masi saw him out, and lit herself a smoke while the door covered her, taking down the illusion.

When the door shut, Masi turned and saw her there, a subtle look of frustration crossed his face for a breif moment. “Who was that bloke?” She asked, her eyebrows knit together in a questioning expression. “Are you…well I didn’t know you were, you know, gay.” She said, trying to find the right word. “Not that I mind, I always thought you were kind of a sissy.” She joked in her sing-songy voice. Masi snatched her cigarette away and went to fetch his clothes. A very curious situation indeed. He fussed with his coat, obviously he’d been out in the storm, judging by the looks of it. When he hung it up she grabbed her cigarette back, and they got into a non verbal row over her box of cloves. It was kind of amusing. She rolled her eyes, but smiled despite herself.

“No plans, I’d hang out with my best friend, but he’s replaced me. Although…I don’t recall us spooning with half our clothes off.” She flashed a sly smile. They’d slept in the same bed before, but not like that. Odille wasn’t a very touchy feely or sexual person, and she and Masi’s relationship was never like that, even if they joked. “Sure, I’ll go anywhere now that it’s not bloody pouring. That was awful, I don’t like roughing it anymore. There were loads of people stranded.” She said.

When she finished her cigarette she went to survey the damages. A glass she’d left in the hallway was broken and she carefully picked up the shards with her bare hands. where’s that vacuum thing… she asked herself, but decided she’d do it later. “We can take your coat to the dry cleaner if you want, it looks like shit. As such…so do you.” She said. It was nice having friends you could pick on. She never had to watch herself around Masi, he accepted her and liked her how she was. It was refreshing really. "So how do you know him? Tell me everything."

[masinorimoriyama]

“Who was that bloke.” Odille had asked almost immediately when she came into plain sight. It was a little startling to watch it happen, see her suddenly materialize where nothing had previously been. Even though he knew she was there, he could just tell from being around her all the time. He could feel someone breathing over his shoulder, being sneaky. “Izar.” He said simply, maybe longingly. “Are you…well I didn’t know you were, you know, gay.” He gave a non committal shrug with one shoulder, “I’m not really, it’s not something I knew or decided myself. I didn’t have a say in how I feel about him, you know? I guess it’s obvious how I feel about him, so I see no point in putting up any pretenses with you.” He said. “And I’m not a sissy.” He said calmly, firm. Like he was informing someone much younger of some information that was common knowledge but they didn't know it yet.

“No plans, I’d hang out with my best friend, but he’s replaced me. Although…I don’t recall us spooning with half our clothes off.” Masinori flushed crimson, she could really be rude behind that sweet innocent voice and appearance. Some people completely missed insults because they were too charmed by it. “Yes well, be that as it may. Fuck you.” He smirked. “What was I supposed to say, I just met him and I’m madly in love with him, so very best of friends sounded a little less frightening. Anyway, you’re my best-female-that-I-don’t-have-romantic-feelings-for-friend.” He paused and let out a deep sigh. He had to remember to offer to walk home with him next time. He imagined the valuable time he could still be spending with the younger man by his side. Even though Odille was good company, he already missed Izar.

“Everything?” Masinori said rhetorically. He inhaled. “I met him a week or so ago, I guess he knows Danae, and I saw him with her and went over to them and said the most embarrassing thing which I wont repeat. And I haven’t gotten him out of my head since…and I just ran into him sort of.” He paused for a second, remembering something, and held up a finger to her. She’ have to wait for him to finish the story of the storm. He ran upstairs to the bathroom. He’d hidden one of the discarded feathers and arrows in the cabinet for safe keeping, and he pulled them out now. The feather was the longest and sleekest of the others, which were matted and just about destroyed. In fact, this one looked like it had to of been thrown out by accident. He went next door to his room and put the broken arrow in a desk drawer. He could manipulate wind. It was just so ironic, no, it was perfect that he had an ability like that. Could he get any more wonderful? Masi grabbed a different jacket, a black monster-fur one, and stuck the feather in the pocket. He would carry it with him everywhere he went from that day forward.

He bounded down the small staircase that they’d tripped over in the dark the night before and reappeared in front of Odille with his coat on, ready to go. He slung the destroyed leopard one over his arm and said, “Let’s go. I’ll tell you ‘everything’ while we drive.” He started, but stopped by the door and unceremoniously rested his head on Odille’s shoulder, “He’s the most perfect human being I’ve ever even heard of. And he’s even Japanese. And he can manipulate the wind. And he likes my waffles. And…” He let out a deep breath. Odille patted his head, was probably rolling her eyes while she there, there’ed him. He could just tell when she did that too. “Hai…let’s go. I will try not to whine all day.” They started out the door towards his motorcycle, he'd have to get that looked at today too. Then he paused again. "Do you think he feels the same...I mean well, do you think he likes me at all?"

[elaezerbelle]

“Izar.” Like that meant anything to her. She had no idea who he was and he said it like she did and was supposed to. “I’m just tearing the mickey out of you, I know, you were just trying to be subtle and flirt huh, Mas.” He started to explain the story of how they met. “Ah, Danae.” Someone else she didn’t know. Well at least she knew of Danae, but she didn’t know even a fraction of the people Masi did, even if he was quiet. Still, even though he had other friends, she was always first. They were always around each other. They shared everything. Feeling that threatened was strange. She really didn’t ever have anyone like that and had taken a liking to it. All of those years in solitude, putting up fronts with people, putting on acts, manipulating and casting mirages to get things, no real friendships.

For the first time in a very long time she had someone she was close to, so she was jealous. But not that someone had claimed Masi’s affections, she was jealous that someone threatened to take away their closeness and monopolize her time with him. Would they still be partners in crime? Would he help her rob the Blue Market for vegetables or buy things with optical-illusion-money? When it came to the fact that someone claimed his affections, she was altogether unsettled and made nervous by it. When was that ever a good thing? She cared enough about Masi to not want to see something as awful as getting your heart broken happen to him.

She listened to him go on, Japanese, Tainted, wind, wonderful this, perfect that. Poor daft fool was in trouble now, no doubt about that. Well maybe a little doubt. What if it could work out? Didn’t it work out for some people? Odille shifted uncomfortably while she thought and listened. It sure as hell hadn’t worked out for her, and she never wanted to experience that again. She didn’t want to touch love with a 10 foot pole.

“Tsukiakari.” Odille was decent at speaking Japanese, she called him by his nickname “Moonlight”. “Falling in love is the worst thing that could possibly happen to a person. And…I think he’s crazy about you…but be careful.” Eh, this was Masi she was talking to. He never did anything random or impulsive. He’d probably never tell this guy how he felt about him. He didn’t usually even talk, how was he going to say it? No, he just wasn’t. It was really an unfortunate situation, she thought at least. Love was nothing but trouble, nothing but terrible. She mounted the God-forsaken motor bike, hoping it wasn't the last time she was together with her friend like this.