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

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

((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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[woocha.livejournal.com]

But there's not that many cases to solve here, is there? And baths are supposed to happen often.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I shrug. "Near finds enough to keep him busy," I point out. I shift my stance again. "And, if you were human, baths would have to be pretty much daily where as since you're a dog, you don't have to get them as often."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Really? That seems like a lot of time to wash up.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I smirk at him. "Well, blame it on the modern age. People don't appreciate the natural scent that arises when you bathe less often."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Yeah! It's not like it stinks yet.

This coming from a dog that thinks garbage smells good.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I end up snorting and losing my balance. I stumble and manage to get my feet under me again. "People don't like smelling other people, yet there are women, mostly, and men who will ensure that everyone within a building will smell their perfume."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Wishbone crouched down and covered his nose with his paws. Those don't smell as nice.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"No, they don't." I crouch next to him and hold out a hand. "So, what have you been up to, Wishbone?"

[woocha.livejournal.com]

I met a wolf, and someone that looks kinda like Ryuzaki! He's much meaner, though, Wishbone said, licking Mello's hand.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

With my other hand, I scratch his head. "Someone that looks like Ryuzaki?" I ask. Doesn't sound like B, since Wishbone knows him...but...

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Something really hard to spell. Called me garbage cause I told him I turned human once.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Hard to spell?" I ask, frowning. Doesn't sound like B, then, but it probably would be good to find out what I can, though I may have to wait until he decides to show up. "Sounds like a real idiot," I say, moving my fingers behind Wishbone's ear.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Quick though. He was in front of me, then he suddenly was behind me! I ran, cause that was scary. Ooh, a little to the left.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I frown while moving to scratch him where he wants. "That's a good idea, to run," I say. "We don't want you to get hurt."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

You think he would have? I didn't even think that far, just that he scared me.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Better you not find out," I say. "It's better that you just get out if you're scared." I move my fingers down his back. "Which isn't to say you're not brave, but sometimes, you need to listen to your instincts."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Yeaaaah, Wishbone said, thinking of the times B and the invisible man kicked him.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"What else have you found?" I ask him, moving my hand to stroke his back. He's smart enough not to need that hammered into his head.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

A guy with one wing! He says he's an Ancient!

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"An ancient? What? Like Wednesday or Kusu?" I ask. Or just an arrogant bastard? Probably that.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

He said he was at one with the planet and all the living creatures! Wishbone had enjoyed talking to him, even though technically they're not done.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"What? So the God of Abraham is here now?" I ask. Seriously?

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Ummmmm, Wishbone thought. I'm not sure! Does he have one wing?

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

Whatever. I reach out and grab a stick off the ground. "He didn't scare you?" I ask, holding the stick up, to see if the wants to play.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

N-STICK STICK STICK! Wishbone said, jumping and crouching down, wagging his tail and waiting for Mello to throw it.