mirageflicker (mirageflicker) wrote in strangergamesrp, @ 2012-06-03 23:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | closed, log, sophie hatter, uchiha shisui |
[Log] Candle Talking
Who: Uchiha Shisui, Sophie Hatter
When: June 1st
Where: Dormitories
What: Sophie tidies up, Shisui is rude, and their first meeting could have gone worse.
Warnings: Mild cursing
Open or Closed: Closed
Observable: Nope
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Upon finding out she had a roommate, Sophie assumed said roommate would be female. Sophie’s own meager possessions had been neatly tucked away in the space provided for them, though she didn’t have much beyond her blue calico patterned dress, her black shoes, and her underthings better not mentioned. She’d braided and pinned her hair back, then covered it with a handkerchief. Sophie had also decided something while waiting to meet Shisui (such an odd name).
The room needed to be cleaned. Since she was here to clean, Sophie decided she was going to try out the different cleaning supplies in her room first. Some of them had smells that were much too strong, but they worked very well. She tried to choose the ones that didn’t smell strongly.
She liked the Drones very much, actually. They were slightly off putting at first, but after a few minutes, Sophie found them charming. They were very eager to help her, which was more than she could say for some people.
Sophie didn’t really clean up Shisui’s side of the room. She just...neatened it a little and dusted. The room wasn’t that dirty. The Drones had cleaned it before, but they had missed a few things. Poor dears. They had problems moving furniture, and Sophie moved all teh furniture with a vengeance and one drone help.
Sleeping outside and avoiding the world for a few days had its merits, but Shisui eventually had to go back to make sure Zaku hadn’t got into anything. Not that he would, but Shisui was allowed to be a little paranoid.
He found that his paranoia was right, but it wasn’t because of Zaku. There was a new name attached to the plaque. That had given Shisui a long, hard pause, and made him wonder if the booze hadn’t been circulated from his body. But it had, and there was a new name attached to his door. It seemed that they’d switched Zaku for someone else.
That fucking sucked. He wasn’t sure exactly if it was a girl’s name or not. Hopefully they would just leave him in peace.
But when Shisui carefully opened the door, and his eyes flicked to his side of the room, he gave up.
They’d touched his stuff before he even got to ward them off it. Shisui looked up at the woman, groaned, and let his head thunk into the wall. They had to be there. Had to be. Why couldn’t he have gotten to the shower first? He knew he was a mess after two days of hiding out, and he just wanted to crawl into his bed and sleep.
Sophie turned around as she heard the door open, thinking it was a drone. What she saw was a ridiculously dirty boy, probably around Micheal’s age, but taller. He looked hideous and in much need of a good night’s sleep. Rather like Howl had at the end of the witch’s curse. Sophie didn’t know why the boy had come in here--looking for her roommate, perhaps.
“Can I help you?” Sophie asked, switching her broom to one hand as he continued to assess the young man. He would probably look better after a bath and some food, and that would be the time to come calling, not when he looked so bedraggled!
Goodness. She was starting to sound like Howl.
Shisui eyed her for a moment, before straightening up and blinking at her. “You’re Sophie?” Probably. He knew they had roommates with mixed genders. Another blink, and then he bowed in greeting--not a very good one, but he didn’t care. She could complain if she wanted. “I’m your roommate.” So get the introductions over with so he could shower and get sleep he didn’t need.
“What? You can’t be...” Sophie hurried to the door to check the nameplates. Yes, her name was on the door. She assumed the young man was Shisui, but she couldn’t be rooming with him! Sophie jerked her head back around, trying to, somehow, make Shisui be female.
It didn’t work.
“I’ve gone and done it again!” Sophie almost wailed. Nothing ever went the way it should around her, did it? “Bother!” She wasn’t sure how she’d botched up a rooming assignment. Keeping genders separate should be fairly easy, right? She hadn’t even talked to anything yet--no, she’d talked to Gin Charlie. Maybe she’d talked in her sleep.
No! She’d talked to some of Shisui’s things. “You didn’t...I don’t mean to be rude, but have you always been a boy?”
Watching her rush around, Shisui retreated to his bed. He didn’t have much other than scrolls, and they had been stacked in a corner. He would check them... later. “Um, I don’t...” He decided to let her stop spazzing. Yay. He had a headache, one of the annoying sharp ones. A sharp throb. Someone was stabbing him in the same spot over and over.
Then he cracked a tiny, crooked smile. “Yeah, I have been. Rooms are mixed here, Sophie-san.” Not that he cared much. He’d probably crawl off to Itachi sooner or later--ah, no. Itachi was dead. Shisui looked down at his feet, still against the floor. That was wrong. He should be moving, but he was so tired.
“Mixed?” As in mixed genders? That didn’t seem very proper, but things were obviously different here. That was something she needed to sort out. For now, until they found her another place to stay, she could hang up a sheet between the beds.
More importantly.
“Are you feeling alright?” Sophie asked her very dirty roommate. She had enough dealings with siblings to know what tired looked like, and this looked like a true teenaged dead stalk. Sophie frowned to herself. “I think the best thing for you is to take a hot bath and go to bed.”
She could sort out the rooming situation later.
“Girls and boys, yeah,” Shisui eyed her. She seemed like a mother hen.
He hadn’t had a mother since he was five, and then he was the mother/father/brother/bodyguard/best friend. Shisui didn’t want a mom. He tried not to scowl. “Right, yeah,” He stood up and went to fetch some simple clothing, and only glanced back at her once.
“I’m not a, uh,” What was it called again? “Peeping tom or whatever, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Shisui chose a large shirt and shorts. He would keep a few senbon in the seams.
“I’m not worried,” Sophie countered. It just didn’t seem quite proper, but maybe she’d been placed in this room because someone needed to watch after Shisui. Perhaps he was being exploited. Sophie considered this and her drone came back with clean sheets.
“Oh, good. Now, can you go and get some food for Shisui, please?” Sophie asked the drone, who, this time, actually nodded and hurried off at more than a vague shuffle to do so.
Shisui shrugged. She just seemed rather freaked out about it, or she was just a stickler for being proper. Then he blinked. “Ah, I’m not...” Fuck, it was gone. He grimaced, and then eyed Sophie. Breathed out. Civility. Be nice. “Can I ask a favor of you?”
“Yes.” Shisui had been here first, after all. Sophie rounded on him, broom still in hand.
Shisui grimaced and then let it fade, looking at her evenly. “Please don’t go through my things. It’s mostly just a matter of personal space,” He was talking like how he would talk to the elders, or if he were mocking Itachi--oh gods his brain needed to SHUT UP. “But I have some weapons that are poisoned. If you were to grab the wrong thing, that wouldn’t be good.” He shrugged. That was it.
Sophie looked sheepish. “I get a little carried away when I’m cleaning..” She had been curious. She hadn’t seen any weapons though. Shisui looked too young to have weapons, but maybe he was actually older than he looked, since he was from another world. It was possible! Or was it? It seemed like it should be possible.
“Perhaps you should put your things away...” It seemed a safer solution, but boys were boys, after all. “I’ll be careful what I touch.” Or move. Or clean. Or talk to.
“If...ah...any of your possessions start...doing strange things, could you tell me?” She would have to watch her tongue. She had a very bad habit of just talking to people. She blamed it on being an old woman for so long.
“S’okay, just make sure there’s nothing hidden, or something,” But he really didn’t want her cleaning his things, on principle. He would just hide EVERYTHING in a scroll. That would solve the problem. He nodded. Then quirked an eyebrow.
“Um,” There went the other eyebrow. “Did you cast a genjutsu on me or my things?” A little harsher than he meant it, damnit. Shisui turned to grab the towel, letting his sharingan flicker to life. Glanced around his bed.
“I’m not sure what a genjutsu is...” Sophie stumbled on the strange word and couldn’t help her staring. The boy had red eyes.
“Are you a demon?” Calicifer didn’t have red eyes, but changing your eye color seemed a demonish thing.
“Um, illusions that alter someone’s perception of things, basically...” Shisui looked up at her, and let her see.
Then Shisui jerked slightly, and shook his head. “Uh, no. It’s a thing that basically lets me see illusions...” He didn’t want to do the whole sharingan explanation. Not at all, but speaking of which, his little pile of scrolls had a genjutsu on them. Or, not quite, but something like it. He frowned, and then decided that it could wait. It didn’t look dangerous; not active. He wanted to shower first. He let his eyes fade back to black.
“I see...” She didn’t really, though that would be useful. “It sounds like a charm. I’ll watch what I say,” Sophie promised. She tried to remember what all she had charmed, and the most disastrous had been Howl’s suit. And the hats had influenced people as well...
“If I did anything, it should just help things stay organized,” Sophie offered.
Voice illusions. Shisui blinked. He would ask her about it... later. With a nod and an agreeing hum, he stood and retreated to the shower. Maybe he would fall asleep in it and drown.
...Fuck. “I am going to shower, and we’ll figure things out later,” When Shisui was less tired. Maybe he really could fall asleep in the tub; he just knew he would wake up badly if he slept in his bed. Damnit, why did he have to have a roommate? Why did he have to have a mother-hen of one? He really, really didn’t want to eat. And it would be red meat, he knew it. Maybe drowning himself in the bathtub would be a better idea...
Shisui fled inside the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Then looked at himself in the mirror. A better idea would be to turn on the water before he started cursing, so Shisu did that.
“Well, that was interesting.” Sophie looked at the bathroom door and wondered if this was a normal attitude for Shisui. Maybe she could do something to improve that...but she shouldn’t. It would be nice...would it?
Sophie chewed on her lip and went to find a cadle. One of the drones brought her a nicely scented one--very light, kind of like the sea. She liked it. sophie set it in the window sill and drew a match from her apron. “Now, when you’re lit, you’re going to calm down people who don’t feel well, but only if they don’t feel well. If they’re normally a grouch, then you leave them alone, understood?” Sophie commanded to the candle.
“Light, damn you,” Sophie demanded of the match. She shrieked and dropped it as it flared explosively. It died before it hit the floor, and Sophie more timidly lit the next match for the candle.
Shisui heard the shriek over the water, and half-undressed, he opened the door a sliver and peeked out with wide eyes. “You okay?” She had a match, and there was another on the floor... She didn't look dead, so he withdrew without another word. Weird roommate. He was back to sleeping in the forest.
As Sophie glanced up, Shisui vanished. She was rather glad she didn’t have to confront him about that. Embarrassing. Sophie sighed and turned to find teh drone had brought back food. She hadn’t even told it what to bring, but it had brought soup soup and veyr soft looking bread. It also had some pudding, and handed the extra pudding to Sophie.
“Oh, thank you very much. You’re very thoughtful to bring me an extra pudding, aren’t you?” Sophie smiled and the drone did an odd shuffle dance before buzzing out the door. Sophie decided to take the time to sit and eat--and realized the candle was calming her down as well. Well, that could only be good. People thought better when they were calm.
Shisui almost did end up asleep in the shower, and even putting it to spine-chillingly freezing didn’t help. At least he was very, very clean. Once the water was turned off, he stared at the faucet for a few moments before deciding that maybe he was a little depressed. Or he just missed Itachi. The latter was probably the cause of the former. Shisui let his head thunk against the wall once more before getting up.
He dressed, dirty clothes went into the hamper (he remembered to pull out the senbons this time), and left the bathroom decently clean like a good little boy. Shisui peaked his head out for a moment, and then caught the smell of the soup. He wasn’t that hungry, but it smelled okay. He padded out of the shower and gave her a tiny smile. “Um, thanks,” He would eat a little. Right now, he actually wanted to sleep in the room. Maybe crawl under the bed with a blanket. However. He took the soup bowl and bread, sitting down on the floor.
It was chicken. That was nice. It was almost like ramen, with the same types of noodles, but the broth didn’t taste at all alike.
“You’re welcome,” Sophie offered as he watched Shisui and considered her own predicament. “Have you been here long?” She wouldn’t ask too many questions, because Shisui was tired. She just wanted to know a little more about him.
Shisui ate the soup slowly. “Mm, not very long,” It seemed easier just to stir it around than actually put it in his mouth. He glanced up at her. “Around two months.” Another stir. He tried to eat the bread instead.
“You’re new, mm?” No duh, but how new exactly?
Two months? How long would it take to get home? How long would it take Howl to start looking for her? He would look, of course.
She hoped.
“Yes, I’ve just arrived this morning...I think. The morning seems to be very long here...” Sophie looked out the window and she was sure that the sun should have moved more...
“Do...do people from the same world often end up here together?” Sophie asked hesitantly.
Shisui blinked at her. Oh, right. “The days here are...doubled. Forty-eight hours to a day,” He shrugged. Annoying, yes. He nodded. “Well, some. There are three other people I know,” Vaguely for Zaku. “And there are some others who come from the same place, but not many.”
Perhaps Howl would end up here. “Are any of them your friends?” It would be nice for Shisui is he had friends. Could that be his problem?
Shisui hesitated, and nodded. “Yeah. A cousin, actually.” He grimaced and looked down at his food. Scowled at it and took a vicious bite out of the bread. Now, he would mutilate it. But not eat it, nope.
“Oh.” That didn’t seem a happy reaction to having a cousin. “I guess that can be troubling. I’m not sure what I would do if Lettie or Martha were here with me..” Sophie winced. They’d probably get sent home in a hurry for all the trouble they’d cause.
Shisui blinked and shook his head, but let the subject drop. “They’re your cousins?” He didn’t want to eat anymore. Shisui put the bread in the soup, and pulled a scraped, bruised knee up to rest his chin on.
“My sisters. They’re always getting into trouble,” Sophie frowned, but it was a fond frown. She did love them and she couldn’t blame them for all the trouble they got into. “Younger--I don’t suppose you have any siblings?”
He was avoiding the cousin. Perhaps there lay the difficulty. Sophie should ask around and see if she could find this cousin and discover what was wrong with Shisui.
Shisui got off the ground, deciding to leave the soup and bread on his night table for the moment. He would take it down to throw it away later. Then he gave her a tiny smile. “I was the one who was always causing trouble. None, though.” He flopped onto the bed and pulled the blankets back. A hint to leave him in piece. He didn’t want to flicker back to the forest.
Sophie watched Shisui crawl into bed. Pretty rude, but she wouldn’t hold it against him. Sophie stood up and turned out the lights, leaving the candle burning. She glanced back at it.
“See if you can do something about good dreams to.” Sophie told the candle. With that, she carefully walked out, taking her broom with her.
Shisui knew he was being a crappy person when she was being nice, but he really couldn’t have cared less. He ignored her and hoped that she wasn’t casting some horrible genjutsu, and pulled the covers over his head.