The Mallies are coming! The Mallies are coming!

[malnosso]

Who: takesthemblonde and hatesherjob
What: The Malnosso arrive!
When: Today (this morning, pre-festival)
Where: The central plaza
Rating: Bil hopes it stays PG!


[As the village expected, Sir Catherine arrives in Luceti in the central plaza, having traveled there from the east. Along with him is a young girl dressed in this dress. She has been in Luceti before, a strange girl that last year some Lucetians found amongst a group of dead ex-Malnosso cultists that left only her behind during the Halloween ball. She is now Sir Catherine's personal assistant and apprentice (and quite cute to boot, despite her bland brunette hair!)

As for Sir Catherine, he is dressed in this manner, simply because he felt he might fit more in like this and because it gives him a certain distinction befitting of The Great One's envoy and leader of the Malnosso. Six figures, all dressed in robes that hide their faces, are also in his presence. Although not obvious, these are actually Malnosso droids in disguise. They are merely here to act as bodyguards, just in case. They will not speak if spoken to and remain stone faced.

Sir Catherine will be walking about inspecting the booths and games and later poke about the church, followed by his attendants. Sometimes he'll deliver his comments to Molly, who will jot them down on a clipboard. They'll talk to anyone who approaches them (though it may be Catherine OR Molly, unless you specify in your comment which one you want) to converse with them, though they can't stay and talk forever! There's much to do, after all.

((mod note: If your character met Molly in the Halloween Log, then they can remember her in the situation mentioned above.

Also, either Catherine or Molly will tag your character, unless you specify one you want. For our own sanity, we won't do double tag you with both. Sorry!))

Comments

[endgames]

Mm. Well in that case. [A contemplative look settles on his face.] I think I have a question for you.

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

Yes?

[endgames]

[He folds his arms over his chest, expression serious.]

Candy apples or popcorn?

1/2

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ seriously. ]

... what?

[endgames]

[Seriously.]

Maah, it's not that hard of a question, is it?

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ Have you suddenly sprouted extra limbs out of your head, Shikamaru, because that is how she is looking at you. ]

... p-popcorn?

[endgames]

[Shikamaru's used to this look, and he responds to it with a grin, turning towards the closest food stand which just so happened to be selling those two food items.

He drops some change onto the table before grabbing a bag of popcorn, turning back to her.]

Here. Festivals are troublesome, but at least the food isn't half bad. [He raises one finger in an 'also' gesture, then holds the bag out.] And it makes for a good prop, too.

[People are less likely to bother you if you look preoccupied with something.]

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ "You should hate me. Why don't you hate me?"

Stupid questions, really. And unanswerable, especially now, when he would have no reason to hate her... when the Organization that she represents is not nearly so malignant as it was a few days ago, as it will be a few days from now.

Instead she simply stares at him some more, then slowly reaches out to take the bag with one hand, her other still gripping her clipboard. Though her gaze had moved to the bag as she received it from him, it snaps back to his face at his last statement, and she actually cants her head at him in open curiosity. ]

Y-Y-Y-You are s-s-s-s-still such a ... strange b-b-b-b-b-b-boy.

[endgames]

["And you're not much different than last time."

Not for the first time, Shikamaru finds himself wondering at the sincerity of their benefactors, the Malnosso. He's about bursting with questions - real ones that pop up one after another. But with Bil here, now probably isn't a good time. If it ever was at all.

So instead he shrugs, still smiling.]

Heheh. You're pretty strange yourself. Better than being boring, though.

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

[ Molly gives him a long, speculative look. There is something almost appreciative about it. Shifting the bag to rest in the cradle of her other arm, she uses her then free hand to take a piece and pop it into her mouth. After a moment ]

Th-Th-Th-Th-Thanks, I g-g-g-guess.

[endgames]

Don't mention it. [And since Bil is still busy with someone else:] You guys sticking around for the fireworks?

[hatesherjob.livejournal.com]

... m-m-m-m-m-maybe. I-I-I-I-I've.... n-never seen f-f-f-fireworks b-before. [ was that a stupid thing to admit? who knows. But it is the truth, but the wistful tone of her voice. ]

[endgames]

[He tilts his head at that. It's just the way she says it, between that and everything else about her.

It's like she doesn't know how to be anything but sad.]

You should definitely pester the old guy about it if he wants to leave before you can, then.