Slices of Life before the Looping...

[bloodypast]

Characters: Vincent Valentine, Open, one section locked (will be specified).
Where: Library, House A02
When: Septemper 16-18th-ish
Summary: Vincent is adapting to his new part-time job in the library. Come bother him, or be scared by his sudden appearance in the quiet. Also another session of Story-time, with Ophelia inviting some others now...
Warning: Potentially grumpy gunslingers?


Working in the Library

It wasn't hard work, so far. Organizing books and putting them away, and occasionally answering a question. Vincent found he kind of enjoyed the routine of it, as it required enough of his focus to not be mind-numbing, but not so much that it was taxing or a strain. It was almost zen, in terms of the calm he found. His height was an advantage in moving things around on the taller shelves, too.

He'd adapted well, aside from at least one complication so far. The flutter of wings coming around a corner as he was re-shelving, and a small voice "Excuse me kupo I was wondering if you could EEEEEEKUPO!!!" The younger moogle who'd come around the corner, obviously had gotten a look at him now. Dressed in black, even with his long-hair pulled back in a loose tail, Vincent's silhouette was still striking and creepy. His gauntlet at home( even if he felt the loss) so that his entire left arm was in black due to a glove over the ruined-arm, didn't help.

The poor little moogle, bearing a bag and a set of glasses and a bow around her pompom was shaking where she fluttered. Vincent sighed, and was careful to move slowly and as he looked at her. "What were you looking for?" Summoning up her courage, the moogle stuttered noiselessly before managing to get out her question. "His..hishistorical biographies of the first researchers kupo!" Wringing her hands, holding up her bag as if it were a shield almost.

"Down the hall past 3 stacks to non-fiction and biographies, it's next to the door."

The moogle bobbed a quick thanks and bow, and was off fast.

This type of encounter was becoming disturbingly commonplace.




Story time with guests

Ophelia was hoping Vincent wouldn't be too mad. She'd made sure to get his promise to resume his reading to her, and she'd grabbed her book about sea-legends and folk-stories. She'd also sent letters to Mogdelina and Annie, inviting them along. (Provided they didn't tease or make fun of Vincent, and respected his privacy by not sharing with their heroes.) Yuffie of course, was also informed.

The little moogle was humming happily to herself as she made tea, waiting for Vincent to get home from his part-time job, as she'd set things up so far. Making it easy for him, as she considered the debt paid and repaid. Not that she'd let him know it, just yet.

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Story Time [Open for those who were invited]

[forcegalactic]

He certainly would be surprised to see more attendees at his storytelling sessions, much less young Moogles. Annie was also a teenager in Moogle years, so he may as well be telling fantasy stories to a group of children. That's how Annie felt, anyway. Gosh, now she felt like a kid, which she's totally not!

"Hot?" She gave Yuffie a puzzled look. "Meh. He's not the right kind of serious to be hot."

[wickedone]

If moogles could blush noticeably, Mogdelina would be. As it was, she nervously rubbed her cheeks until they fluffed up. "Well... he's... still a striking hero."

Right. Because that's what she liked about him. His heroism. Like a brooding knight in dark armor. Siiigh.

She blinked, though, at Annie's assessment. "What's the right kind of serious to be hot?" she asked, genuinely curious.

[forcegalactic]

Annie rolled over to better look at Mogdelina. "Like...not the sad kind. More like a brave fighter who takes his quests seriously...and he never backs down from a noble fight." Siigh. There had to be Heroes here like that, but they would never pay attention to a Moogle, right?

Her gaze drifted to the floor as she thought about her dream boyfriend. Oh, if only he were real...

[bloodypast]

Ophelia grinned behind her scarf. "I don't think he's sad kupo, so much as quiet. I know he doesn't back down from a fight he knows is necessary." On the contrary, her impression when she HAD gone out with him and seen combat, had been that the dark gunslinger took care of things as efficiently and quickly as possible.

Any rebuttal would have to wait however as there was the sound of a key and the door opening. Ophelia fluttered out to the hallway to greet Vincent. Quiet words, a kupo here or there, and Vincent poked his head into the Living Room. Not surprised, and there was no trace of upset on his face. Not that he would show it so obviously.

There might've been a resigned sigh, and Vincent stepped more fully in to the room. "Mogdelina, Annie." Greeting them, "Yuffie." Pausing. "I'll return shortly." Then upstairs to change out of his work-suit, Ophelia fluttering back to take her place on the couch.

"Remember kupo. No teasing him. I don't think he'd really do this if he objected kupo, but I don't wanna make him unhappy."

[thegreatninja]

Yuffie waved to Vincent with a smile. She wasn't going to say anything to Vinny about anything because she really wanted to hear a story. She settles into the couch and waits, the warmth from her tea seeping into her palm.

"No teasing, got it."

[wickedone]

Mogdelina had opened her mouth to counter that Vincent was a brave hero, that he was strong and noble. She didn't have to. Ophelia said what she was thinking.

And beyond that, what else needed to be said when the man himself arrived?

She settled back into her seat on the couch and smiled, offering a small wave as Vincent peered into the room. She was relieved he hadn't asked them to leave, even though Ophelia had seemed fairly certain he wouldn't. As for teasing? She wouldn't dare. There was nothing to tease Vincent about.

I missed my story-time stuff, I admit. >.>

[bloodypast]

It didn't take long before Vincent returned, still dressed in black but not in the work-suit at least. Left hand still covered by a glove and bearing a large book with green-blue cover. Ophelia fluttered over with a tea-cup for Vincent, and smiled. "Work wasn't bad kupo?"

"Work was work, Ophelia. It's a Library, and quiet." Most of the time, but he didn't seem to mind her question. Settling in the chair, and the little moogle grinned again and went to take her place on the couch by Yuffie.

"It would seem, with guests, that Ophelia was in a mood for stories about the oceans and sea-travel." Holding the book up for all of them to see; one of the first ones the little Moogle had pulled out, and she chirped happily. One of her favorites, too.

Settling, opening the book past the introduction, to the first story. "The Daughter of the Sea King." Beginning to read; he did not do voices, but his pace was good, clear and enunciating carefully.

"Long ago in the river port city called Novgorod the Great, there lived a young musician named Sadkupo.

Every day, a rich merchant or noble would send a messenger to Sadkupo’s door, calling him to play at a feast. Sadkupo would grab his twelve-string harp and rush to the banquet hall. There he would pluck the strings of his instrument till all the guests were dancing."

[OOC: Adapting a story, here's the text. :) Change it to fit in an FF world and it works. http://www.aaronshep.com/stories/032.html ]

<3

[thegreatninja]

Yuffie settled in not really listening to the words but listening to the deep rich tones of Vincent's voice. It was like warm honey while having the husky edge that reminded her that Vincent was a complete mystery beneath his calm and otherwise cold exterior.

She didn't say anything and she definitely didn't make fun of him. She was trying to figure out if it was a happy story and before she knew it she had closed her eyes only focusing on that voice.

Yuffie wasn't asleep but it might be hard to tell with the way that her head suddenly rocks backward jolting her eyes open.

[wickedone]

"Was the musician a moogle, kupo?" Mogdelina asked, leaning forward in awe. What other creature might have a name like Sadkupo?

The story already thrilled her. A moogle doing more than simply delivering letters, being an artist. It wasn't what she would choose, but it was captivating all the same. It seemed, somehow, more majestic than working at Mognet.