The line between Winter and Summer ((Sock, Open RP, Mello, L, Jing))

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((Pick your poison. Characters cameoed can also be spoken with, if desired, but the main action of this post will be the three above. Also, any references to other characters are Mello's thoughts and shouldn't be construed as either godmodding or hinting, unless either is desired by that other player's mun))

The sky was very overcast, threatening to rain, wind blowing. No one sane would be out, which meant that a lot of people were, of course. Wouldn't surprise me if that damn bat was in the clouds, but I wasn't interested in talking to him right now.

Right now, L and I are practicing, him Capoeira, me Muay Thai for the hell of it. I may decide to learn drunken boxing for the hell of it. Right now, though, I'm finding that Muay Thai doesn't work very well against Capoeira. It's too rigid, but we agreed on styles before we began fighting and that stupid samurai has gotten one thing through...I can almost feel his damn sword against my hand when I start thinking about switching styles. I can almost see him watching, with that white haired brat, at the edge of the forest.

I must be getting paranoid.

The rain lets lose, though and L stops, looking up at it. I take the opportunity and get a strike in on him that lands him on his ass. Nice.

He just frowns at me and gets up, his thumb in his mouth. "It's raining," he says, as if that isn't obvious, and starts toward the castle.

Seriously? I stare after him. What a chicken.

I see a kid with a yellow coat. "Looks like he stole your game," he said, grinning at me.

"You wanna try?" I ask, watching a fat man cross from the green houses to the castle, trying not to look like he was running as he waddled. What is that damn fox doing now, renting out space? I smile back at the kid.

"To pick your pockets and steal your chocolate?" he asked, holding up one of my goddamned chocolate bars.

"You," I snarl, starting after him.

He tossed it back at me, laughing as he took off to the forest.

I gust out a breath and shove it back in my pocket. Now's a good a time as any to try to learn drunken boxing. I've read about it, so it's just a matter of application now. I stand in the middle of the area we'd been practicing in and start letting the wind sway me, learning to keep my balance when moving weirdly.

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[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

His question had been mildly facetious. Kurama's reaction added credibility to something that was as close to a joke as he came. He followed Kurama's gaze and then looked at Kurama again. "That must be quite irritating," he said blandly.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Extremely," he said darkly, pointing at the new, glassless frames he'd set. "That's just from one this week, and last week half my growing experiments were killed by another." Though that one had turned out somewhat in his favor. "The location is not without its frustrations, but on the other hand, there's no where on the campus as perfect for growing magical plants."

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

Wolfe looked at the frames and at the building beyond and then back at his precious orchids. He despised disruptions to his daily schedule and this place was bad enough. He didn't want to have to walk farther to get to his plants than he already was and there was no elevator to set anything up on the roof and he'd probably have to have something built up there and there wouldn't be anyone to ensure his plants were both properly cared for and left alone by those who would try to damage them, as much as this place allowed such.

He drummed his fingers on the table once frowning still at the hole. Was there a way that damage from the school could be prevented from affecting the greenhouses? He would need to know more about the limits of what he had to work with. Confound it, why wasn't Archie here?

"Hmph," he finally said, still frowning at the opening.