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Well she does wear a heart hairband... [Video, then Action] [Semi-Open]
Who: Ted, Satori, maybe others
When: Valentine's day, early morning
What: You don't want to know
Where: Depends
As Ted departed from the auction's festivities, he felt odd. A little disappointed, true, but then he couldn't have hoped to win much of anyone with seven bills, no matter how dear the number. His pokemon didn't fare much better, arriving somewhat dispirited. Still, he had fun, but the question remained: what to do on the day in question?
One option was to be a recluse. Satsuki's cryptic plans had put him in a state of pensive meditation. He felt as if something dramatic and fateful would happen at any moment. But Ted never could resist a holiday. And when he thought about recluses, he thought about Satori, more properly known as "Strength." He also thought about how odd it was that she, of all the women (or near enough) he knew was absent. She was important enough to condescend to unimportance. He wondered if her job kept her from the bourgeois, before dismissing the idea out of hand. Anyone who had ever worked as or known a Guardian knew that their days weren't nearly as busy as they'd have you believe. Ted had both experiences to draw on there.
And then, the idea struck. The silliness of it rather increased the attraction. Strength, the one girl he knew who had scorned the very idea of combining love and money. Was it mere loneliness that kept her from the party, or something nobler? Seperation, a deriding of vulgarity, a purity that would let only love marry love? There was only one way to find out.
If the Fool does not love women, he certainly loves novelty. If this worked, this would have a lot of new things in store, for the both of them. Destiny in his fingers, Ted called Satori up with a short message, inversely proportional to its portent.
"Hello, Strength. Are you very busy today?"
When: Valentine's day, early morning
What: You don't want to know
Where: Depends
As Ted departed from the auction's festivities, he felt odd. A little disappointed, true, but then he couldn't have hoped to win much of anyone with seven bills, no matter how dear the number. His pokemon didn't fare much better, arriving somewhat dispirited. Still, he had fun, but the question remained: what to do on the day in question?
One option was to be a recluse. Satsuki's cryptic plans had put him in a state of pensive meditation. He felt as if something dramatic and fateful would happen at any moment. But Ted never could resist a holiday. And when he thought about recluses, he thought about Satori, more properly known as "Strength." He also thought about how odd it was that she, of all the women (or near enough) he knew was absent. She was important enough to condescend to unimportance. He wondered if her job kept her from the bourgeois, before dismissing the idea out of hand. Anyone who had ever worked as or known a Guardian knew that their days weren't nearly as busy as they'd have you believe. Ted had both experiences to draw on there.
And then, the idea struck. The silliness of it rather increased the attraction. Strength, the one girl he knew who had scorned the very idea of combining love and money. Was it mere loneliness that kept her from the party, or something nobler? Seperation, a deriding of vulgarity, a purity that would let only love marry love? There was only one way to find out.
If the Fool does not love women, he certainly loves novelty. If this worked, this would have a lot of new things in store, for the both of them. Destiny in his fingers, Ted called Satori up with a short message, inversely proportional to its portent.
"Hello, Strength. Are you very busy today?"