Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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May 26 | action

[seesmagic]

[ooc: continued from here]

[she couldn't help but frown at that] That's what adults always say.

july 14th | action

[herotypical]

Buffy Summers already knew where Greg Bleak--Gregor Vorbarra lived. It wasn't tough to recall the room she'd walked in on, a while back -- wondering whether she ought to move herself and Jack into an apartment just like this one. Today, however, she knocked. Politely. Firmly. She'd scribbled off a brief expect me later today message to Gregor over the journals, but she wasn't certain whether he'd received it or not.

Next to her -- almost as tall as her! -- was a fine quality punching bag in dark blue. She must have hauled the thing here on her own.

[vor]

Gregor opens the door--and looks briefly stunned. How did she get that thing up here? But he opens the door wider to let her in wordlessly.

[herotypical]

"...Afternoon to you, too," she quipped against his silence -- and then lifted the bag with one arm so that it just cleared the floor with an inch or two. Although she grunted briefly with the effort, the sound was more of an indulgent complaint than genuine strain.

[vor]

Color him impressed, as he closes the door and guides her into the room designated as the gym.

"Sorry."

The room is indeed makeshift. There are some dumbbells, some bars installed along the edges at varying heights, and a punching bag in one corner. Otherwise, it's pretty much just open floor.

September 21 [Written]

[complicatedliar]

[Handwriting it neat but very angular. He writes in runes, after all.]

My apologies, but I will be unable to meet you the horses on the morrow. It seems I've been selected to go on the mission.

Loki

[vor]

You have my best wishes. Next week, perhaps?

-Greg

[complicatedliar]

That will do nicely. I shall contact you upon my return.

- Loki

September 25 [Video]

[complicatedliar]

[He technically got back from the mission more than a day ago, but he spent that day laying low until he could muster the reserves necessary to return himself to his natural form. While it may be known by some now, he's not ready to advertise that particular talent of his around.

But once he's looking nicely Loki-like again, he recalls that there are horses, and he's been promised an introduction.]

I've returned. Let me know when you would like me to come by.

[vor]

[Gregor has found himself in another slump since the birthday party. He considers not answering. He decides to not because he wants to, but because he knows he'll be glad he did later on. Or hopes he will. He appears unshaven and a bit messy-haired.]

Sure. Um. Give me a few minutes to shave and I'll be down.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki notices that in addition to that, Greg also has a black eye.

Well. That sure is a thing. For the moment, he politely pretends to not notice. He doesn't want to lose out on his chance to get to be around horses for a bit.]

...why don't I stop for a coffee. Would you care for one?

[vor]

Dear God. Yes, thank you.

[Gregor ran out after the hangover and hasn't been to the store since. The prospect actually seems to cheer him a little.]

[ september 26th ; post-sunset ; action ]

[deadhero]

It wasn't wearing off. Days ticked by and it still wasn't wearing off. Horror stories of uncorrected Shifts haunted her from when the Kin'corans had been in town; was she going to be stuck like this? A Slayer in Spike's body?

It wasn't fair.

But it also wasn't fair to simply cut everyone off. Not if it didn't look like it was going to be a simple two-day affair. And she'd already missed the birthday party...

So here Buffy stood -- in the wrong skin -- and knocked lightly on Gregor's door. She hugged a wrapped box against her (decidedly now more masculine) chest and dangled a second gift bag from her fingertips. She hoped he was home...o-or maybe she didn't. Maybe she could just leave them outside the door and make a break for it. Maybe she could still do that.

Hesitantly, she leaned down to prop the box up against the doorframe.

[vor]

The door opens, and the box thumps to the floor unceremoniously. Gregor squints.

"Sp...wait. Buffy?"

[deadhero]

Surprise writ large on a pale face. She glanced up but didn't yet reach for the box.

"...How'd you know?" Spike hadn't done her the courtesy of explaining who he'd already run into around town. "W-well. I just. I wanted to apologi--"

Now she tried to reach for the box. But now her nuckled smashed against an invisible barrier. Oh, crud. She tried again.

[vor]

Gregor picks the box up, frowning, and hands it out to her. "I ran into not-you the other day. It was...surreal."

[voice] September 23rd, morning

[fleurdesel]

Good morning Gregor.

[vor]

[He doesn't get this until afternoon, when he opens his journal. At that point, he stifles a groan. He is clearly hung over.]

What do you want, Adele?

[fleurdesel]

Just checking in. [She keeps her voice low and even as to not bother him overmuch.] How is your head?

voice; backdated to the 22nd (IF OKAY? I forgot about wanting to establish asking)

[breezing]

Hello? Um, Greg? This is Ikki - although we haven't met!

I know you're Loki's roommate, and I was just wondering if you know what he's up to, maybe? I haven't heard from him in a little bit.

That's fine!

[vor]

[It's a moment before the answer comes.]

Hello, Ikki. How do you know Loki?

[breezing]

Ah, we're friends! [ With guardian supervision, at least. ] My grandpa and I are teaching him Pai Sho?

If you mean how did I meet him, we met at the fountain a while ago, back before the memory loss thing that happened.

November 3, Action

[complicatedliar]

[Loki returns home by the simple expedient of teleporting. Not quite steady on this feet, he runs into the wall of the front room, and then just leans there, eyes closed, breathing far faster than he should.

He managed the facade for the few minutes it took to get away from Barton and Adele, but something still feels wrong, as if there is a disconnect between mind and body that's interfering with his very ability to think. Something visceral - terror? - claws at his throat, tries to shut it off. He hugs his arms tight to his body, unconsciously rubbing his hands together as if to warm them, and resists the urge to pace.

Calm. He needs to be calm.

Calm refuses to come.]

[vor]

[He'll probably hear Gregor before he sees him as the young Emperor thuds quickly down the stairs. The sound of Loki hitting the wall seemed like something to investigate. When he sees Loki leaning against the wall, rubbing his arms, Gregor slows down his approach.]

Loki?

[complicatedliar]

[Loki straightens up, badly approximates a normal smile. But he can't get his breathing to slow, his lips and cheeks are starting to feel numb and he knows that isn't a good thing at all.]

Oh, Gregor. Sorry. I... missed my room.