| Title: Trapped, like the non-Elijah you are! (Part 2) Time: Monday, April 05, 2004 The Thespians: Sukaku Karasuno, Lien Nguyen and Pascal Curio Location: Allis Memorial Center - Library Notes: Danger! Danger! They're onto you! |
| +---[ Allis Memorial Center - Library ]--------------------------------------+ | | | An immense area stretches out both upwards and horizontally. Squarely | | shaped, the library is carpeted in speckled blue and gray, except for a | | five-foot strip extending around the walls, which has been tiled in | | reddish tan and light russet squares. In these areas shelves reach upwards | | to thirty feet overhead, spaced apart by long, one-foot wide windows. | | Periodically a large wooden ladder is visible, should one wish to risk | | their neck for one of the dusty volumes perched so high. Occupying a space | | near the front wall of about twenty square feet abound round oak tables, | | supported by four thin legs and surrounded by chairs with blue cushions. | | The rest of the room holds what must be hundreds of bookcases, all packed | | with books of old and new, various sorts separated into labeled cases and | | those placed in similar sections. | | | +-[ Exits: ]-----------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| A change of subject. Ooh, that's fun. And look at that frown. Sukaku would smile, but he doesn't seem to be much for that on a regular basis. "I don't know." What sort of answer is that? "Probably someday." But! He is not to be dissuaded. "You may not be interested in her books, but you seem *very* interested in the topic. And the Pascal-san who is not Pascal-san who gets angry when I call her the white-handed girl, especially." Ooh, he's half Elijah's size too. Two for one deal. |
| Actually, Pascal would prefer to hex, but seeing as how it's Pascal inside of Elijah, and not really Elijah, he realizes that though Sukaku is small, he's got a bugger of a mother who turns people into mushrooms, or something like that. "I /am/ very interested in the topic," Pascal says slowly, avoiding Lien and looking at Sukaku very carefully. "I'm also interested in one other thing." Another pause. "You. You don't go to this school, or you don't even know if you go to this school?" He looks over at Lien curiously, knowing that the continued questioning of her friend will probably make her rather uneasy. |
| You've got her pegged, Pascal. Lien shifts uncomfortably and coughs. "Why, though?" That's right, jump in quick and change the subject, even though Sukaku probably isn't bothered by it. "Why are you SO interested in Switching Spells and Pascal? You know something we don't, Elijah?" |
| Sukaku Karasuno can handle himself in this . . . particularly as he's not afraid to show that he's purposely not giving out answers. Or just not saying anything at all. "This is really interesting, Lien-san," he remarks. "Finding Elijah-san so interested in switching spells and Pascal-san and having Pascal-san act so very strangely. One might start to wonder, ne?" One track mind, Pascal. Can you derail it? |
| "Yes, God fucking forbid that I take any sort of interest in magic, seeing as how I'm studying in a school full of WIZARDS!" Pascal allows his voice, still dripping in sarcasm, to rise well above a whisper, drawing more 'shhs' towards the table they're all sitting at. At least he said the bad word quietly enough so that only Sukaku and Lien could hear it. Knowing Sukaku and his one track mind, Pascal takes a rather deep breath, and as well, doesn't answer Lien's question. He can play that game too. "So where are you really from then, Sukaku? You have a sibling that goes to this school?" Not knowing the last name, clearly he's just asking this blindly. |
| Twitch. Twitch, twitch. About pretty much everything Pascal just said. A bad word AND prying into difficult matters. Just when Sukaku was beginning to catch Lien's interest, too. He sounded almost like he was implying that... Pascal is Elijah! But that's silly! Elijah is sitting right here! ...yes, and which one of these children has been reading about Switching Spells? |
| "If you answer my question, I'll answer yours," Sukaku replies cheerfully. "Since you are so very curious. Are you someone other than whom you appear to be? If you avoid the question or say nothing, we can assume yes, I think, for that indicates something suspicious, being afraid to answer the question. If you have the courage to humor me and answer me directly yes or no, I shall be glad to answer your question truthfully in reply." Sukaku is gambling. It amuses him. |
| Hate is such a strong word, so it would be a little too strong to say that Pascal /hates/ Sukaku. He merely just, irritates him very, /very/ much. The funny thing is that Sukaku probably realizes that he does irritate Pascal. The boy raises an eyebrow at Sukaku and since Lien said nothing, the little green drug dealer is ignored. As Pascal opens his mouth to speak though, nothing comes out. Except, "Fuck." Fuck for having placed Pascal in a trap of course. How the gods must be laughing now. Funny how he can't even say 'I'm Elijah Cruise.' Damn subconscious mind. He closes his mouth, and opens it again, sarcastically. "That answer your question?" He fights to keep his face from turning a disgustingly frustrated shade of scarlet, but his ears start to grow pink. |
| Poor Lien. She really isn't used to all this language going on. It makes her turn a little pink. It even distracts her from the topic of the conversation--especially the part where Sukaku said that if Elijah (or so it seems) didn't say anything, that's as good as confirming it. She twitches again. |
| Sukaku Karasuno smiles then, a strange, twisted thing -- someone needs to get the boy to smile normally, as he's not meant to look crazy or feral. "I see. Thank you." He'll turn that over to Lien now. "I did promise you a question in return, though, I think." His head tips slightly to one side. "You're turning a very nice shade of pink." |
| "Thanks. That smile's rather becoming on you," Pascal drawls back rather bitterly. His hands have disappeared underneath the table, where they're currently turning a brilliant shade of white. Pascal didn't earn the name the 'white-handed girl' for no reason. It's nice that guys have short fingernails. "I didn't answer your question, Sukaku. I merely swore. /You/ don't owe me an answer to anything." At least Pascal's voice has gone back to it's regular cool tone, though his words are laced with quite a bit of resentment. |
| Lien breaks her silence now, oddly thoughtful. Maybe Pascal's swearing has caused her to become a little more subdued. (Or maybe she just can't keep up being a pill for long periods of time, even to Elijah.) "Does that mean that you're -not- Elijah?" She scratches behind her ear and resettles her glasses on her nose. Pink? She's glad Sukaku thinks it's 'nice', because Lien turns that color with unfortunate frequency. |
| "By the way I set it up, you did," Sukaku replies. "If you avoided the question, that seems to me that you're either extremely stubborn -- which I do not think so, since you are turning so pink -- or you are not who you appear to be. Either way I owe you an answer to a question. I will not take that back." Potentially dangerous, yes . . . but Sukaku is either overconfident or truly does feel honor-bound. |
| Being unable to even answer that question, or acknowledge its existence, Pascal doesn't even look at Lien. Instead, an exasperated sigh escapes his lips. "Have you been paying attention at /all/, Oompa?" He asks her rather sharply. "You're not very bright for someone who claims to study and read all the time." He rolls his eyes, setting his glance on Sukaku. "Think what you will, b-buddy." Little slip almost. "/I/ don't think I answered your question at all. You know it, of course you know it you /set/ it up that way." He shuts his mouth for a moment and just stares at the boy, the pink fading from his ears now. Let's see. "How did Pascal meet you? The whole story, if you please." But from the way Pascal speaks, it's not as if he even expects the truth. |
| "What's that supposed to..." But Lien's words are too soft and Pascal carries on before she can finish her protest. Though she doesn't at all appreciate having her intelligence insulted. It's about the only thing she has to feel particularly proud of, in her opinion. She settles for muttering sullenly, not supposing it would do much good to interrupt again for the sake of it. But the question does seem a little suspicious. |
| Sukaku Karasuno watches Elijah quietly for several moments. Why would one ever waste a perfectly good opportunity on a question that they may already know the answer to? "Very well," he remarks at last. "I met Pascal-san in the woods, where she was wandering, following the Lost Boy who had the map turned upside down. I thought I would have some fun with her group, so I made the roots come alive. They tripped and fell, very funny. The Lost Boy had an orb, though, and he tapped it . . . however, it did not seem to work. Instead it leaked a gas into Pascal-san's face and she turned into a giant bird and prepared to fly away. The game was no longer very fun, and I sent the vines to try to hold her, which worked. The Lost Boy tapped the orb with his wand, and thankfully Pascal-san turned to her former shape. I then carried her back to Scattergood on my back." . . . Never let Sukaku be a writer, eh? |
| During all of Sukaku's most enthralling story, Pascal spent it stroking his chin. Feigning the necessary facial expressions here and there, but for the most part he kept his face rather neutral. Only when Sukaku's done speaking does Pascal open his mouth to as the questions that would only naturally follow. "You made the roots come alive? Orb? What orb?" Oh yeah, only /one/ question. "Never mind," he says rather gruffly, frowning at his 'forgetfulness.' He pushes up from the chair, with a rather sour taste in his mouth, and nods his head at Lien and Sukaku. "Excuse me, if I don't believe you," he says, mustering up as much disdain as he can. "I'm going to go ask Pascal myself about this. I don't see why she wouldn't have told me to begin with. Good night." Except that Pascal knows full well that Pascal can't say anything about it. He turns away and sweeps out of the room. |
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