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luministi_logs2012-08-22 01:56 am
luke_triton) wrote in luministi_logs2012-08-22 01:56 am
Books are windows to the soul...
Characters: Luke Triton & Vriska Serket
Location: Over the network, then Vriska's house.
Time: In a very few moments of peace-ish non-chaos before things explode again (so almost right now!).
Summary: Ever since pieces of the worlds arrived, Luke has been holding onto something he found puzzling, then interesting, then outright embarrassing and likely to get him killed. Time to return it to the person it most likely belongs to.
Warnings: Vriska will probably swear.
All things considered, encountering a handwritten book in the gardens hadn't been much of a surprise, at the time. Luke threw it in his bag thinking it might belong to someone involved in their existence here, maybe contain some secrets for him (and others, if it came to that) to puzzle his way through.
That was so very much not the case it was almost...criminal?
Instead what he found himself mired in was a strange pirate's legacy of sorts, one that seemed to presuppose that she (almost definitely a she) would still be around gloating over spoils while others read of her exploits. She cheered herself on like no other author Luke could think of. The writing was firm and sure of itself and, most importantly, peppered with the numeral 8.
And thus was he certain that this was Vriska's private book. Not a diary, because certainly these things couldn't be true of her, could they? But a story, one she was writing about someone who could have been her in her wildest dreams, or something like that. The more time passed, the harder it was to return it, much easier to forget that it existed and focus on the problems at hand. When she'd come to...to his house during the zombie fiasco, he'd stuck it in his bag and gone with her, hoping to just drop it off discreetly. But he couldn't, or didn't.
Now there was no other option but to get in touch with her and do it the hard way. It takes him three tries to get a typo-free message to her over the CAT.
Vriska? Are you busy?
Location: Over the network, then Vriska's house.
Time: In a very few moments of peace-ish non-chaos before things explode again (so almost right now!).
Summary: Ever since pieces of the worlds arrived, Luke has been holding onto something he found puzzling, then interesting, then outright embarrassing and likely to get him killed. Time to return it to the person it most likely belongs to.
Warnings: Vriska will probably swear.
All things considered, encountering a handwritten book in the gardens hadn't been much of a surprise, at the time. Luke threw it in his bag thinking it might belong to someone involved in their existence here, maybe contain some secrets for him (and others, if it came to that) to puzzle his way through.
That was so very much not the case it was almost...criminal?
Instead what he found himself mired in was a strange pirate's legacy of sorts, one that seemed to presuppose that she (almost definitely a she) would still be around gloating over spoils while others read of her exploits. She cheered herself on like no other author Luke could think of. The writing was firm and sure of itself and, most importantly, peppered with the numeral 8.
And thus was he certain that this was Vriska's private book. Not a diary, because certainly these things couldn't be true of her, could they? But a story, one she was writing about someone who could have been her in her wildest dreams, or something like that. The more time passed, the harder it was to return it, much easier to forget that it existed and focus on the problems at hand. When she'd come to...to his house during the zombie fiasco, he'd stuck it in his bag and gone with her, hoping to just drop it off discreetly. But he couldn't, or didn't.
Now there was no other option but to get in touch with her and do it the hard way. It takes him three tries to get a typo-free message to her over the CAT.
Vriska? Are you busy?