lucetilogs | They say you don't really wanna fall in love

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They say you don't really wanna fall in love

Who: The people of Luceti!
What: Love love love love
When: From the 11th to the 16th
Where: Within the walls of Luceti. There is no escape.
Summary: Suddenly you're in love with things you never noticed were so important to you before. Feelings, welled up inside you, are now bound to come out.
Rating: M for MUSHY

You folks know the deal. Event information is here. When people meet, they may just start falling in love when they see a trait that perks their interest. How you play it and how long it lasts is at player discretion.

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Note: A separate log will go up on the 17th for the hot springs/hotel portion of the event.

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You could always call me. [Grell gives him a predatory smile and flicks the wrist of her free hand, causing a knife to slide from her sleeve. She holds it with practised ease in her fingers and looks to Jack.]

I'm by far the most dangerous thing in the night.

[Her smile turns sweet again and she drops the knife back down her sleeve.]

But I'm sworn not to harm the people here, not until it's their Time at least.

Or they upset me.

[The effect of that gesture is strange, to say the least. Because while brandishing a knife and grinning with inhuman, pointed teeth would usually have Jack mentally formulating exit strategies, he finds that he's not actually worried by the demonstration. On the contrary, the heart-racing thrill it drops down to the bottom of him isn't fear, but an entirely different kind of excitement. An appreciation.]

That's . . . generous of you. [There's a trace of pink in his face that he can't quite blame on the cold, fascinated gaze lingering on that suddenly less-innocuous sleeve before returning to Grell's face.] How can you tell when it's time?

[Oh, now this man is ever so interesting. Most would flinch or scare, but he seems almost...excited by her display. Grell leans in and smiles a little wider, looking at him over her glasses.]

A lady never reveals her secrets, but don't worry, Jack. Until I start following you about for over a week, you haven't a thing to worry about.

I appreciate the warning, really.

[It seems like more courtesy than a self-proclaimed terror of the night needs or is obliged to give, and in a strange way, Jack isn't sure there's been much of a break in the subtle dance of courtesy being shared between them. Which is just odd, he realizes for a brief moment of clarity, because the thought of ending anyone's life should be horrifying, and . . . and he loses it, back under the soft shimmer of god she's fantastic.]

Hopefully you're not too busy tonight for a drink?

[Wow, how has she not met this guy yet? Grell is fascinated by anyone who isn't outright afraid or against her, and this lovely gent really should have caught her attention before now.

She smirks and shakes her head.]

Not a bit busy in the slightest. I'm on permanent holiday, you might say.

[There's a joke to be had in there, somewhere, about a permanent holiday for the one who's in the business of handing them out, but that's a little too black even for Jack. That, and it's too close to really inspecting the truth of the thing.]

Oh? And are you the sort for whom that's a blessing, or a curse?

Normally, I would welcome a holiday.

However, I was just recently off suspension and it's terrible to take a woman's work from her. I languish without something to do.

And the villagers get so prickly if I attack them.

[Jack gives an incredulous little snort, but it's still smiling, entirely good-natured in the challenge it presents.]

And you wouldn't be a bit put-off, if someone came at you with intent to harm?

Oh, on the contrary! [She squeezes his arm, hugging close to it as she falls into her own private fantasy world]

Imagine it! The pale glow of the full moon as it rises behind us, setting the meadow ablaze with ethereal beauty! The silence that falls just before our weapons are raised, eyes locked, hearts beating in time! The beauty of the connection, an undeniable bond never to be experienced again in the same way! A desire that causes the body to ache, the heart to scream!

Ahn~ Can't you just picture it? It's the most romantic scene I can imagine as the two lovelorn fighters clash body against body, breath steaming the air as blood stains the grasses below their feet!

[Of course. Of course. The way Grell explains it, Jack can see the whole thing in his mind's eye. The muted half-colours of bright moonlight, the sharpness of sounds in the quiet after night falls, the rich-sharp smell of blood. It's not just sharp edges and wounds, it's passion, a drive so deep and essential that thousands of years of civilization have left it no weaker, no less vital.

And Grell understands, she understands and she's sharing that with him and the world's suddenly unfolding into its real shape and god, it's almost too much like enlightenment. But it's still adoration, and before he even knows what's come over him Jack is turning into the warmth clasping his arm. He has to kiss her. He'll die if he doesn't, and she won't have even been responsible enough for his demise for it to be satisfying.]

[Smoker has keen hearing. Far too keen hearing. So when he hears Grell talking about how much she wants violence against her (wait no, that sounds weird) he stalks a little closer, planning to surprise her with a punch.]

[Look, no one ever said Smoker and Grell had a reasonable relationship that wasn't based in tsundere and psychotic violent games of tag, okay?]

[But as Smoker gets close enough and aims a punch, he notices the guy she's talking with aiming a kiss for her. The fuck? Hell no brother! That's his crazy masochistic lady-friend! So he punches Jack's shoulder. Lightly. For Smoker. Because hard was enough to kill a man coming from the marine, and Smoker knows better than to lose control. It's just enough to force Jack back though.]

[And without even apologizing, he turns to Grell and...]

[Yeah. He can't do it. He would punch her nose or something, but he's actually not so good with the violence to loved ones. Sadism though, well he can do that later.]

[So flicks her nose and folds his arms.]

You know if it's a moonlight spar you want, I can always send you home bloody and bruised.

[No, but seriously, their relationship is made of "what even?"]

[Oh my Lord, what the hell just happened?! One second, Grell was ready to shove her hand up between herself and the sudden incoming kiss and the next moment Jack was gone and Smoker was standing there.

All she did was blink for a moment, what the hell.

She blinks, surprised by the flick to her nose as much as she is to see Smoker just standing there after punching out her newest play-flirt, and then his words hit home.]

Oh, you. It's not nice to eavesdrop without letting me know first.

[Even if that is kind of hot.

....Oh wait. She leans over to see around Smoker at poor Jack and then taps Smoker on the shoulder.]

You may want to check on him. He's only human and you may have just knocked him out.

[Even given that they're in Luceti, Jack's first and only thought, as the ground flies up at him, is I have just been hit by a car. Here's hoping it doesn't roll onto me and kill me. There is, after all, considerably less romance in vehicular manslaughter.

Then there's an unpleasant whump, a pain behind his eyes and a blur of speckly darkness, an appreciation of cold and the sense that maybe people are moving somewhere and talking up above and behind him. Maybe - no, strike that, he's definitely crumpled in an ignominious heap on the icy ground, and Grell is saying something about humans and

Grell!]

I'm fine! [He tries to push himself to his feet and succeeds, after fighting the erratic lurching of gravity for a few seconds, in merely sitting upright. But he's fine! Just a bit . . . extremely tender up behind one ear. And somewhat limited in his ability to feel his arm.

But oh. Someone new is there. How nice of someone to look after his sweet lady after he's been tapped by what felt very much like a semi truck. It's a pity that they're too wobbly and multiple to really make much visual sense of.] . . . ah. Hello.

Sorry. [Grunts and offers to help Jack up. He's only kind of sorry, since he does trust Grell, and he still wanted to punch Jack, and he certainly doesn't have regrets about it, but the reason he's called a Monster back in his hometown, even where people in his world had a tendency to be stronger... yeah. He remembers. Fragile kids. Le sigh.]

You still owe me a fight later, Red. [He doesn't even look back at Grell, as he checks on Jack and offers to help pick him up and dust him off. But still, it's obvious who Smoker is talking to.] Especially if you think any other man can do that as well as I can. [Because you know, they can't. He's just saying.]

He looks as if a carriage ran him over.

[She sighs and waves the whole thing away with a dismissive flit of her hand.]

Oh, you know I was only playing. And it isn't fair for us to fight. You're made of smoke and I'm immortal.

[Which is totally cheating. She can't kill someone made of smoke, sheesh. Not that she wants to, but it's an exciting concept.

Grell steps over and dusts Jack's shirt off with a gloved hand and smiles at him.]

Let me introduce you. Jack, this is Smoker. Smoker, Jack. Don't kill each other unless I get to watch, hm?

How do you know he didn't always look like that?

[Snorts.] That's what would make it fun.

[Offers Jack a handshake anyway.] Sorry about the punch.

[Being helped up feels more like being bodily placed upright, though Jack doesn't exactly know how much of that is the man's strength and how much of that is the swimmy feeling of being moderately concussed. But he catches the conversation between the two, and begins to have the sinking feeling that there's something there. Something inhuman, sharp-edged and savage in a way he can't possibly hope to compete with.

Something that makes his heart ache.

He still can't help smiling when Grell steps up to dust him off, but there's a faint wistfulness to the expression, and his nod is less exuberant than before. All the same, he returns the handshake, the picture of lingeringly off-balance manners. The lady deserves the best, Holden. Be the bigger man. At least, the . . . figurative bigger man.]

Ah, no harm done. [Almost certainly a lie, but they're in front of Grell. Can't be looking weak and squishy.] One of those chivalric marks of character, isn't it? Protecting a fair lady's honour?

Because I have better taste than that. [She smiles at Jack, noting the dimming of his ardour, and pats his cheek.] And I only choose the handsome ones.

[Grell glances at Smoker with a smirk and motions to Jack with a flourish.]

See? English gentlemen are so rare here - it was something nostalgic. You can't really be upset, can you?

[She looks to Jack and gives him another saccharine smile, tinted with something deadly and insincere at the corners.]

He's not really upset, dear. Don't worry.

[Grunts and tsundere turns and looks away.] Yeah, that's fine, whatever.

Nostalgia... [Snorts a little derisively. He'd hit on marines here just to show her! You know. If there actually were any others from his world.]

[And yeah... he's just gonna be an uncommunicative tsundere jerk over here. Oops.]

[Well, that could have been . . . worse. Probably. Like, if the man were legitimately trying to fight him, maybe. That would be ugly.

It's hard work, though, trying to look on the bright side when you're heartbroken. And Grell is smiling at him, that sweet and terrible smile that only makes him love her hopelessly. It's torture – perfectly survivable torture.]

Right. [He nods to Smoker, then looks to Grell, smiling haplessly and holding his hand out for hers.] I should probably leave you and your man to your own devices, hm?

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