Two | Action/Accidental Video

[notsoholyspirit]

[Spirit has been doing his best to behave, spending the vast majority of his time working or exploring the city. Generally, this has gone on completely without incident--barring a few run-ins with unsavory folk, he's been doing all right for himself.

Today, however, is not that day. It's already late when the video feed turns on. There isn't any image, just a black screen and quiet scuffing. The phone is still in his pocket.]

S'...h-hey. S'not even that late yet!

Look pal, you've been here for ages and you've had enough. Get out. Go home or something, I don't care.

[A door opens and slams. Any passers-by near Jack's Bar would be greeted with one intoxicated Deathscythe being tossed off the premises.

It's only a few moments later that the phone is fished out of his pocket. Anyone watching is greeted with a frowning face.]

Ah, shit...sorry.

[With that, the feed abruptly turns off.]

[ooc: feel free to run into Spirit along any part of this misadventure, from before he's kicked out to on his way home!]

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[weapongeek]

[Ruby really should be sleeping at this time, but she couldn't seem to fall asleep at the moment. So the next best thing was to look around to get her barrings. She still didn't have her hood -- or a backup hood -- yet, but at least Weiss was nice enough to give her something that Ruby would be more comfortable wearing. Still not totally her style, it was much better than the dress and heels that she came in with. What Weiss was doing with a black dress and black wedge boots, Ruby had no idea. She couldn't even see Weiss in such a dark color like black; not when she'd always seen her in white.

She still felt a little naked without her red hood, but this would just have to do. At least carrying Crescent Rose with her made her feel a little better, now stored like it was when it wasn't in use. She happened to be passing by Jack's Bar when all of a sudden someone was tossed out of the bar. Jumping back, she managed to dodge the line of fire.]

Woah! Hey! Are you okay?

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[notsoholyspirit]

[Spirit, usually well dressed, is pretty much a mess, at least by his own standards. His tie is crooked and his jacket is rumpled and he just generally looks like he spent way too long drinking.

He's startled by Ruby, jumping to attention.]

Ah! Sorry.

[Did she ask a question? She did, didn't she?]

Sure am ok. Never better. S'gettin' late and they wanted me to get goin', is all.

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[weapongeek]

[She hasn't exactly been around those who have been drinking personally, but something seems off about him. Aside from the messy attire, he seemed like he was slurring his words a little.]

...Are you sure? You don't seem okay.

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[notsoholyspirit]

I am def'nitely fine.

[What you really are is not convincing, Spirit. But sure, ok.]

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[behindthefakesmile]

[Fai had been walking home from another bar when he saw someone being kicked out of another bar he was pretty sure he hadn't seen before. He paused for a moment before choosing that time to speak up.]

Did you drink too much?

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[notsoholyspirit]

I didn't drink too much.

[To an extent that's probably true. He's definitely been drinking, but he remains in possession of all faculties. Mostly]

Bartender just wanted me out. I wasn' even doing anything.

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[behindthefakesmile]

[Well he had to assume there was a reason, but he wasn't going to ask at all as there was no point.]

So a bartender kicked you out for no reason... alright, so then it means you should go home. But I have to admit I have no idea where you live.

What better place to sober up?

[dessert_witch]

It took someone of exceptional misfortune to stumble into Charlotte's domain. It shifted from place to place, staying off of the main path usually, occasionally snatching people away. Very few ever made it out without injury, if at all... And on his way home Spirit had blundered right into it.

A strange energy surrounded him, The concrete walkway giving way to giant stone-hard crackers. Sweet smells filled the air. Cakes, candies, fruit, bread. Anything and everything needed to tempt the senses. Smell wasn't the only sense, though. The colors were vibrant and cheerful and no doubt everything was more than delicious.

Among the giant pastries scurried familiar plush toy creatures. Mice with targets for faces, squeaking and squishing their way from place to place. An army of them... They peeked out of every conceivable gap to look at Spirit, though they didn't attack. Likewise several spindly nurse creatures stepped out of hiding, carrying large scalpels and bone saws and other dangerous looking medical equipment... though they kept their distance save for one. It approached spirit, shifting its weapon to its off hand, wrapping its slender fingers around his upper arm, attempting to lead him somewhere.

Hallo cheese friend :3

[notsoholyspirit]

Spirit wasn't completely in possession of his faculties, at least not enough to notice the initial changes taking place around him. It wasn't until he realized he was looking at a cracker instead of concrete that he realized something was very wrong.

"Wha..."

He pauses, blinks and shakes his head. "I am def'nitely not that drunk."

Strange mice, and squeaking little faces and oh hell no is that nurse-like thing carrying a scalpel? No way. When said spindly nurse approaches him and grabs his arm, he yanks away. Hard.

"Think I musta' made a wrong turn an'...look. Not a fan of sharp stuff. So, I'm going to just...go back th'way I came."

Literally come on. If the spindly nurse went to crab him again, her fingers would wrap around a blade this time instead of flesh, because no freaking way.

Hello! :D

[dessert_witch]

The nurse stumbled back quite far. It was very light, almost fragile feeling. It paused to regain its balance... Not once did its grip on the scalpel tighten. It didn't appear to be hostile.

Again it approached him, trying to wrap her hand around his arm again, hand grasping the blade of the scythe instead. It held on, pausing, staring at the scythe. It tilted its head, dropping the scalpel and reaching forward with its other hand, loosely grabbing the handle of the scythe, trying to carry it away.

At this point most of the other creatures had left, going back to whatever it was they were doing, though a plush mouse scuttled forward and picked up the scalpel, pattering away with it.

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[greenmagick]

[Terra uses her nights to walk and think. Since her memories slowly began to return she found sleep unrestful, as they were filled with the horrors of her past.

The crisp air made her smile, from the corner of her eyes so watch the red haired man stumble. She recognized him from the video and he didn't look like he alright.

Terra nervously approached, bringing her fingers to her lips nervously.]

Are you alright?

[Her voice is soft and sweet but it still rings with strength.]

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[notsoholyspirit]

[Terra has been fortunate enough to run into Spirit as the cool autumn air has started to sober him up sort of.

Spirit turns to her, now with the slightly increased presence of mind to compulsively straighten his jacket. He really did not want to go back to his apartment, but the girl didn't need to know that.

Unfairly, since his evening out and drinking had been cut short, he was already getting a headache.]

I'm fine.

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[greenmagick]

You don't look fine...

[She isn't usually one to contradict someone but he doesn't look good.

Terra smiles sweetly.]

Why don't I walk you somewhere?

[video cause she's not yer friggin' babysitter] he and maka are recruited as deputies by now right?

[the_roseblack]

Albarn? [His video feed turns on to the face of the Genessia City Guardian.]

[Her time in command of the Vermillion Legion has left the Roseblack with no shortage of experience with drunken subordinates.]

Get yourself home, drink a lot of water, and get some sleep. Do not let this affect your performance as Deputy Guardian.

[Video] If not officially recruited, at least considering/position offered?

[notsoholyspirit]

[Does he look amused? He isn't.]

I'll be just fine, thanks for the concern.

[Also he hates being referred to by his last name, which is unfortunately not helping her cause. He'd point it out, but he had a feeling this would not please his new 'boss' and he shouldn't be getting himself further into trouble. Even drunk, though, he knows better]

[Video]

[the_roseblack]

[I see those airquotes around boss ಠ_ಠ]

See that you are. [There will be no mercy for hangovers.]

internet's still down but sticking this in here anyway

[tinystitches]

Senpai? [There's a familiar voice, and a familiar tone. Raw curiosity.]

\○/ also I assume this is video

[notsoholyspirit]

....Stein.

[So not fair. He just wanted to be out and not have to think about Stein. Just for a little while.]

'M on my way back.

yep!

[tinystitches]

Are you intoxicated? [What an interesting behavioral choice. Stein normally doesn't care about emotional reactions, or anything that fits under the banner of psychology, but Spirit is his weapon.]

Why?

[action] laaaate

[soundmind]

[Almighty Death Jesus, that's certainly her father. That's certainly his soul feeling "fizzy."

Maka sighs, she can't ignore him anymore--that's not a good daughterly thing to do--but then she doesn't know how to deal with a drunk person. She's never had to.

So, with much hesitation, Maka approaches Spirit, holding up a hand as a sign of greeting.]

Papa, don't try to walk on your own like that, let me help.

[action] tmw Bizzy is just ecstatic to have Maka she doesn't care the tag is "late"

[notsoholyspirit]

[Spirit is a generally well behaved drunk, if not an unpleasantly sulky one. He hears her approach... and though he had been indifferent about the approach of just about anyone earlier, the idea of his daughter seeing him like this is too much.

There is a moment before the embarrassment is obvious, turning the inebriated flush on his cheeks to a red rather close to his hair color. He stuffs his hands into his pockets.

He's been trying to avoid Maka as best he could since Stein arrived; he wasn't likely to be able to hide his anxiety from her.]

'M okay, Maka.

[He wants her help and her love more than anything...but not like this.]

Sorry.

[He hesitates for a moment, and he's rather timid sounding when he speaks again.] Comp'ny for the walk'd be nice...thank you.

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[soundmind]

[She helps him as far as she can, then leaves him alone. The next morning, Maka comes back to check on Spirit.]

...Hnn...

[Something seems strange, there's a sort of uneasiness that isn't her own hanging around.]

Papa?

[Action] Lateness what lateness? Figure it'd make sense for these guys to talk after -that-

[beautifulmidboss]

[Since the...explosions at their house the previous day (and the week of nightmares before that), Midboss needed some time away to deal with all the raw emotions that had been dragged to the surface.

He had only had a couple of drinks when he heard the commotion of a certain familiar redhead being thrown out the bar. Looked like Spirit was worse off than he was.

And so, he wandered out after him. Might as well see if he was alright.]

Spirit?

I care not about when the tag comes!

[notsoholyspirit]

[He had not seen Vyers at the bar--and though he'd not known to not notice the man, he was rather glad that he had.

As an expedition to clear his mind and not be bothered by the disturbing thoughts of his psychotic meister or other failures, this has been an absolute catastrophe. He needed to be far less sober for this conversation.

He recognized the voice and stiffened. His back was to the demon but he didn't turn around.]

Hi.

[There is a long pause, hesitant, and then finally:] Sorry. I didn'....wasn' expecting him to get so upset.

[In his mind, it mattered not that Laharl had called into question Spirit's own understanding of his world and the former Lord Death--his explosion had triggered an unexpected reaction from the younger of the two demons...and that was unacceptable.]

Woo~ *slow tagging go*

[beautifulmidboss]

[The voice Spirit used was evidence enough at how drunk he'd managed to get. At this rate, he imagined he'd have to take him home himself.

Still, the mention of the previous night's argument sent a twinge of pain through him. It still hurt, even now. In some ways, he was glad Spirit was facing away so he wouldn't see the wince in his expression.]

...I do not believe any of us were expecting that.

[A long pause of his own. Spirit already knew everything else from Laharl's rage...might as well clarify the point.]

Before I died and reincarnated, I was known as the Overlord Krichevskoy.