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Locke Lamora (richercleverer) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 18:00:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, day 07, jean tannen, location: church, locke lamora

Who: Jean Tannen and Locke Lamora
What: Reunion and Homecoming
Where: The forest and then the church?
When: Afternoon(?) of Day 7
Rating: PG-13 to R depending on just how vulgar these two get
Status: Active

There were words Locke Lamora just would not say aloud. Top among them was 'Jean Tannen was right' - though he did have to admit that his brother Bastard did have a bit of a point when he mentioned that going out in the snow would be something of a bad idea for one as slight and short as Locke. Not that the knee deep snow was anything more than a nuisance but the drifts which could easily come up to his waist or higher were far more problematic. The heavy pack on his back also made struggling along an interesting prospect but the heavier clothes and jacket within would be too useful to Jean to simply toss it aside.

And then there came the problem of actually locating Jean. Naturally, since it was his first day, Jean had no idea just where in the woods he had been dropped and Locke hadn't explored that area of town enough to have a good understanding of the geography. He supposed that he could just call for Jean until the other answered but there was the issue of the sleeping weevils to worry about. Then again, if he waited for some visual sign, then he could be stuck wandering around until the both of them froze to death.

"Oh, fuck the complications and fuck whatever god thought it would be amusing to do this," Locke muttered to himself. Stopping at the edge of the forest and standing waist deep in snow, he cupped his hands around his mouth and called. "Jerome! Jerome de Ferra! This is your one and only chance to be rescued calling!"

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richercleverer
2009-05-21 05:33 pm UTC (link)

"Hm, no. Squirrels are a bit too cute for such a comparison. Perhaps something more akin to a rat? Or one of those hairless wrinkled sorts?" Locke offered in all good humor. The fact that they were essentially climbing for their lives seemed to matter quite little - as long as it didn't take away from his time to banter with Jean. "Oh, but you were so many years younger and so much more spry in that time; I'm not sure your old bones could take such stress in these times."

Though he had no experience with the cliffs in service to the Lady, Locke had spent many of his days climbing into or out of windows on the upper floors of buildings - and that wasn't counting grappling over the side of cliffs for a cheap thrill or sliding down the side of a glass tower. Of course, those instances rarely came with slippery snow or ice but Locke was good at improvising.

"Oh, I don't know. I think it's rather cheery and fine," he responded with a sour note as he accepted the offered hand up. Once he was settled and sure that there was no chance of falling down to the pleasure of the creatures below, he carefully shrugged the pack from his back. This was held out in offering to Jean as Locke grinned with superficial cheer. "Here. I know that the prospect of changing on a tree branch is something a bit novel but you might find these to be a bit better than what you're currently wearing."

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burythehatchets
2009-05-25 02:00 am UTC (link)

"I see you are dead set on denying me all my dignity," Jean sniffed. "I'm far too hairy to be one of those creatures of which you speak." In truth, he wasn't all that furry anymore--Ezri had insisted on tempering his dark Camorri body hair and keeping it trimmed--and in some cases, shorn off altogether. She had said that it allowed her more room and more comfort when resting her head on his chest after coital bliss, and Jean had readily complied with anything that brought Ezri more happiness, and him more time with the ship's second. That was, of course, neither here nor there, and the climbing for their lives bit was so old by now that it was hardly worth making a fuss over at this late date. "My old creaky bones are as functional as they ever were, ye of little faith. Or do you also doubt my ability to protect you?"

He cast a quick side glance at Locke, judging his mood to be slightly less foul than boiling point, and hauled him up easily, watching with some curiosity as Locke wiggled on the branch in order to present him with a pack. And then Jean's eyebrows shot up so far that they vied for a permanent place in his hairline. "There truly is a first time for everything," he muttered, carefully pulling out the upper layers, which he could slip on over his current shirt without much difficulty. It was the pants that were going to be problematic. Although his thanks wasn't verbalized, it was noted in the way his chattering teeth quieted a bit after he pulled on the warm jacket.

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