luministi_logs | Better Late Than Never

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Better Late Than Never

Characters: Jamie and Fuu
Location: Fuu's House and hopefully the Library
Time: Backdated to July 2nd, after Ichijou's message.
Summary: There's still investigating to be done, and Jamie needs to track down Fuu to do so.
Warnings: Possible discussion of death?

Seeing the man's video message about checking in with people reminds Jamie that he's been a bit lax about getting in touch with Fuu and checking out the Library. Between her own investigations and his trying to figure out how to get his notes from his side-trip to the Sheriff's office on the CAT's network, he's lost track of time.

He should have tried to contact her through the device, probably, but the Scot's still not entirely comfortable with using the thing. So, he decides to head over to her townhouse first - if for some reason she's not there, then he'll give the CAT a go. Leaning the bicycle up against the door - fortunately, he's learned the trick of riding it while in a kilt - he knocks on her door.

"Fuu? Are ye about?"

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[She blushes a little - it was a bit forward of her to ask to be lifted, wasn't it - but she looks up and considers it.]

I think it will be enough if you lift me straight up - if I'm not too heavy. I have no idea why they would do anything to the statue, but we'll be ahead if we can find out.

[So she stands straight and thinks light thoughts, ready for Jamie to lift her. (Good thing she's wearing the long dress...)]

"A wee thing like yourself? Aye, that'll be easy," Jamie replies, confidently.

Slipping his hands around her waist, he takes a deep breath, then lifts her up. While he's not the most muscular of people, she's light enough that he can boost her a bit.

Hopefully that'll give her enough height that she can get a better look - at least, for as long as his arms hold out. He glances up as well, seemingly more interested in the statue than whatever dress she happens to be wearing right now.

"Do ye see anything?"

Being lifted, she can investigate where the metal was flaking quite well. She quickly runs her fingers over the spots.

"It's rather weird. It's almost like... someone..." Spacing out her hands over two particularly worn spots, she frowns. "It's almost like someone was pulling on this?"

And Fuu promptly tries pulling on the trident herself. (Oops, might have wanted to warn Jamie before doing that? Her weight shifts and bits of corroded copper drift down, but nothing else happens.)

"Like someone was -- hey!" Warning Jamie would have been a a good idea, as he nearly loses his grip when she shifts like that. Fortunately, instinct kicks in, and he quickly adjusts before anything untoward can happen.

"Would ye mind giving me some warning next time ye go and so something like that?" he grumbles, mouth pulling off to one side as bits of copper rain down on him.

Something about the situation seems very familiar, though. Almost as if he's been through it - or something like it - before, which is ridiculous, really. After all, he's the son of a piper, and not prone to having to hold on to someone as they try and make some adjustments to something or other.

...Right?

"Look, Fuu, why don't we try moving it from the trident at the bottom and see if that doesn't work instead? Or, I suppose I could try and climb up and make my way down the arms..."

"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry, Mister McCrimmon!"

She looks down to see his head speckled with copper. Oops. And it felt like he'd nearly dropped her. That'd have been a bigger oops.

"That's a good idea. I don't see any other spots that have been rubbed off from here though, so you probably don't need to climb up."

She puts her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he lets her down.

"Thank you for the lift!"

"Aye, well, it's no bother," he says, making sure to gently set her down before turning his attention to his hair. Bending forward slightly, he runs his hands through his hair, sending a rain of greenish bits down to the ground.

That should have gotten most of them, but he brushes his hand over his head again just to make sure. It leaves him a bit rumpled looking, but more or less copper free.

Glancing up at the statue again, he thinks it's just as well. Not only would it be a bit tricky to go out over the arms, he'd have to warn her about the kilt...and he rather suspects that given her earlier reactions, she'd be more than a bit red-faced over the situation.

Rubbing his hands against his kilt to clean them of any stray copper, he moves over towards the base of the trident. "Right. Let's take a look down here, then."

While he's brushing out his hear Fuu looks over the statue again as well. At his suggestion she nods agreeably.

"Let's see. Does it look like it's been moved or anything?"

"I'll check," he replies, then lapses into silence while he studies where the tines of the trident meet the stone of the sundial.

As he looks, a faint frown appears on his face, and after inspecting it, he shakes his head. "Aye, well, if anyone tried, I'd not say they were successful. Looks like it hasn't budged."

Hands clasped behind her, she looks down at the trident with a slight frown, then looks back up its length.

"This is so weird... But then, little around here is normal!" With a sudden bright smile she turns back to him. "Shall we see what else we can find, Mister McCrimmon?"

"So I've noticed," Jamie comments, with a tiny pull of his mouth off to one side. The expression is gone rather quickly, however, and when Fuu turns back to him he looks the same as ever.

Well, that is, until she uses his last name again, and his brow knits for a second or two. She's been doing that an awful lot, and there's no reason for her to do so, in his opinion.

"Look, Fuu, ye don't have to keep calling me Mr. McCrimmon. We're friends, aye? Jamie's fine." He gives her a encouraging smile. "Now, let's go see what there is. Into the library, ye think?"

Edited 2011-08-31 06:42 (UTC)

"Eh-" At his request she blinked in surprise, then held out a hand silently imploring him to wait from going.

"Sorry, but, are you certain that is all right? I just feel that it would be impolite of me to address you so casually."

Catching a glimpse of the hand out of the corner of his eye, he stops, and turns to look back at Fuu in mild confusion.

"Why wouldn't it be? We are friends, aren't we?"

It doesn't make sense to him. Why would friends be that formal with each other? Unless...it's something having to do with the way things are where she's from.

"I mean," he says, sounding slightly uncertain, "Ye don't call your friends by their last names where you're from, do ye?"

"It depends how the relationship is! I... suppose it is a bit complicated? I'm sorry, I haven't had many foreign friends before!"

"I'm not foreign, I'm...och, never mind." He guesses with people being from all sorts of different places, where he's from specifically doesn't really matter that much.

However, he would prefer if she called him by his first name. Mr. McCrimmon seems...off somehow. He can't really place his finger on what that's bothering him, though.

"I really would like it if ye called me Jamie, though. Would ye be willing to at least try?"

Fuu blinks at him, then nods shyly. She... has come to call Hawk and Xion by their first names, but they are closer in age to her - she is probably a good five years younger than him.

But, she would try to remember to call Mister McCrimmon by his first name out of respect for his request.

"All right. Mister Jamie?"

If asked, Jamie would be under the impression that it's closer to two years than five - although he's wrong about that. Five is actually just about right. Even so, he still doesn't see what the big deal is about her using his first name. At least she seems willing to try.

"Aye, I suppose that'd be all right." He's not going to argue the Mister part of things at the moment. It's still a start. "Now that that's settled, should we not be going to look inside?"

"Yes, absolutely let's do it!"

With a eager spring in her step she makes a bee-line for the doors.

[[ooc: Shall we leave it here, or play out the inside too? ^.^]]

Jamie trudges along after, a faint look of bemusement on his face. This seems oddly familiar somehow, although he still has no reason why. Oh well, nothing to do for it but keep searching. Who knows? Maybe they'd be lucky and come up with something.

(( OOC: Let's fade out here, if you don't mind? ))

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