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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 12, 2012 14:03:01 GMT -5
OOC: Month 6, Week 3, Day 2. Open thread!
It really was a nice café. Not the aloof, minimalist sort with white lined walls, but small and cozy with a wooden, flower lined terrace, very comfortable dark red seats and brass decor. The smell of coffee was thick in the air, underlined by the spicy sweet scent of cinnamon and warm cream, wafting out into the open.
Pierce looked rather out of place here, sitting in sunshine. Too pale and sitting ramrod straight, thin lips pursed into a thinner line. In front of him, there’s a little colorful little plastic box of salad next to a blueberry muffin and a ham and cheese sandwich, all of which were untouched thus far. He’s staring at them, not entirely sure what to do although he is very sure that everyone in the shop is staring at him.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 12, 2012 15:05:35 GMT -5
Xavier eats another spoonful of his soup, bowl almost empty, his own salad already finished. Retrieving his spoon from his mouth, he points his spoon at Pierce's little lunch.
"Your food's going to get cold," he jokes with a lopsided smile and a raised eyebrow. Because room temperature food will totally gradually cool if it remains uneaten until it reaches absolute zero.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 13, 2012 7:15:06 GMT -5
Pierce gives Xavier a bewildered and slightly desperate look, opening his mouth to say something before shutting it again. Biting his lip, the man goes back to staring at the food.
“I think I remember why I don’t eat out now,” he mumbles after a moment, feeling vaguely light headed. Why did Xavier have to pick him, honestly? Neither Miranda nor Niels would have just sat there being paranoid about other people watching them eat, would they? That wasn’t the kind of embarrassing thing normal people do.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 13, 2012 17:48:17 GMT -5
Xavier frowns slightly and props his head on one hand. This isn't going as smoothly as he had hoped! Sure, he's enjoying the food and the company, but it doesn't seem to be mutual. And if Pierce doesn't enjoy himself, then there probably won't be a repeat of this outing and that would be terrible!
"What's wrong?" he inquires. "I promise their salads are good."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 13, 2012 19:36:47 GMT -5
“People stare at you when you eat in public,” Pierce comments distantly. “The affect it has on people varies from person to person. I am one who has an irrational fear being watched while eating in public.”
It probably had something to do with his days of snatching and running off with any energon he could find. If people did see him fueling, he certainly wouldn’t have been fueling for very long afterwards. He didn’t particularly like fueling up in public even after being plopped to this universe- outside of peculiar circumstances like Rampage stalking him.
Pierce frowns quietly at that thought.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 13, 2012 20:35:34 GMT -5
"Well, I know I'm watching you..."
Xavier glances around at the rest of the café, taking in the other customers, all of them absorbed in their own food and conversations. Even the waiters don't seem to be watching things too closely, mostly absorbed in cleaning tables and seating new customers. He's certain he'd catch one's eye if he tried to flag them, but otherwise nobody seems to be paying much attention to the mismatched pair of men.
"But I don't think anyone else is. And what's the worst that could happen if someone did?"
Pierce did say it was an irrational fear, but Xavier is still curious, especially given Pierce's oddly clinical tone.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 14, 2012 17:19:39 GMT -5
They’d kill you and take your fuel. Or they’d be watching for any signs of potential weaknesses to exploit in the slightly more optimistic case.
That wasn’t exactly something to discuss with human company though, so mostly Pierce just shrugs slightly and answers, “Rationally, nothing,” as he tries not to squirm at the idea that Xavier is actually watching him. What is with him? Ever since he’d turned human, he’s been making bad decisions left and right and now he’s ended up on an... outing with someone he barely knows and definitely couldn’t trust.
That and his ability to cope his situations had just gone out the window. Was it his lack of non-touch empathy? It’d felt like his head had finally cleared up but the lack of it felt like the world had become a bottomless pit of the unknown. And- he should be concentrating on trying to find out what was happening more rather than fretting over the next meeting with Xavier. This was getting frightfully ridiculous.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 14, 2012 17:53:34 GMT -5
Xavier strums his fingers against the table as he continues to watch Pierce. What to do with his nervous little librarian, hm? He doesn't want to go yet. He hasn't gotten over the novelty of getting Pierce to come with him out of the library, and he was hoping to order dessert, too.
Scooping up another spoonful of soup, he speaks after he swallows: "How about this, you try one bite of that tasty-looking salad and if something horrible happens we can take everything back to the library." He puts on his best pleading smile. "Hm?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 14, 2012 18:54:54 GMT -5
“We both know nothing horrible is going to happen,” Pierce comments softly. Unless Xavier counted nervous breakdown of some sort as something terrible. Which... is a strong possibility considering Pierce’s current state of mind.
He sighs shakily anyways and regathers his nerves. He could contain the fear; he always he before and this strange human guise should not be able to take that away. Normalcy needed to be performed and he’d already dropped his guard too much around Xavier.
Pierce eyes the salad.
It’s alien greenness stares back, speckled with light brown dressing.
Pierce picks up the plastic fork on the table and very carefully prods it, spearing a tomato and a bit of lettuce. After a moment more of trying not to squirm under Xavier’s watch he finally, not-so-delicately stuffs it into his mouth.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 14, 2012 21:16:17 GMT -5
Xavier watches in amusement as Pierce faces down his leafy opponent and deals it a mighty blow, grinning as he finally consumes the spoils of battle. When they repeat this experience - when, not if, yes - he should convince Pierce to eat steak. Rare steak. Red juices running down... Or thicker red, spilled fresh... Ah, ah, ah. First date, no thinking of murder. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" OOC: Check yer PMs!
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 15, 2012 14:12:59 GMT -5
“Mrf,” is Pierce’s muffled answer as he chews, giving Xavier and entirely bemused look. The utterly bizarre texture aside, salad was not half bad. It was crispy and wet and smelled of green and sauce, but it wasn’t terrible.
The expression Xavier was giving him however might have some more worrisome implications.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 15, 2012 21:50:50 GMT -5
Suddenly, the whole front facade of the bank across the street crumbles out as if the Kool Aid Man was punching through, but the architectural destruction is not heralding a sugary beverage this time. Instead, a black knight clutching a comically large sack of of bills tumbles out of the dust and knocks over a taco truck, sending ground beef flying through the air and festooning the sidewalk with jalapenos.
Mordred snarls, "Little angel, it is time someone clipped your wings!"
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 15, 2012 22:10:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, like I've never heard that before!" An angel - no, a young woman in white armor with glowing hands - drifts out of the hole so recently made by the black knight. She raises one glowing hand-
Then falters, scowling, as she realizes she'll hit bystanders if Mordred dodges the energy blast.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 16, 2012 18:38:54 GMT -5
Xavier is about to make another teasing comment, when suddenly something horrible does happen.
Screaming starts as the bank front bursts, and pedestrians scatter away from the scene. At the café, some people panic, tripping over their chairs and tables trying to get away from the super-powered conflict that's spilling into the street. Others, clearly veterans of more than one such incident, calmly and quickly proceed towards the back of the café to convince the staff to let them out the back entrance.
All around, fear and panic swell, and at the edges of his perception, Xavier can feel it. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and his pulse quicken. It's thrilling. It's amazing.
He needs to get Pierce out of here.
"Pierce!" he shouts, shoving up out of his seat and reaching out to try and grab the other man's arm.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 17, 2012 9:46:49 GMT -5
Pierce was already up, looking more blanched than usual but there’s an air of surprising calm around him. He automatically reaches to unsubspace his gun... but it wasn’t there and humans didn’t have subspace.
He has a stunned little moment to note how remarkably familiar that black knight was. Then Xavier grabs him and the world falls apart as he's dragged into the very depths of the red head's emotional state andto a horrifying and undeniable conclusion.
Outwardly, the only indication of this is the man becoming an obedient rag doll for the moment, luckily for Xavier.
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