In your hands, there's a touch that can heal | September Catch-all

[lasergrenades]

Characters: Pepper Potts, Devin Parker, and you!
Date: Throughout September
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: Pepper starts off having a very bad month that quickly improves, and Devin is trying to learn how to deal with emotions.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will add as needed.


A. [Pepper] Commerce 3 | Before September 5 | Open

No matter how devastated Pepper may be that Bakura is gone, she also can't put her life on hold forever. At some point, she has to go back to work and spend time away from the townhouse again. As in many things, Pepper takes after her father when it comes to dealing with grief. She does more than go back to work - she throws herself into it with near abandon, even doing daily evening patrols in the Rescue armor once she's off duty. At night she can be found on rooftops or in the air, and when she's not at work or at home it might be possible to catch her at a cafe near the townhouse, looking tired and much more subdued than her normal self. The cafe owner has been treating her to free refills, and sometimes Pepper will sit there for hours watching people go by, or staring off into the distance.

B. [Pepper] September 5 | Bakura

[watch this space]

C. [Pepper] Around Aifaran | After September 5 | Open

Once Bakura returns and is his normal self, Pepper's entire demeanor becomes brighter. She smiles a lot, makes conversation, and is clearly energized. This means she's not just going to work and coming home; she'll stay nearer home for the first little while, but before long she's shopping and exploring again. Her nightly Rescue patrols don't stop entirely, but now it's for the joy of flying rather than for distraction.

It may also be possible to find her in a park with open space sparring against her ka or one of the other Shadow monsters she's capable of summoning.

C. [Pepper] Verdant Sentry | Mid September | Valdis

Despite working for the same organization, Pepper and Valdis don't get to see each other at work all that much. They were in separate units that catered to their particular skill sets as Dreamfolk - though Valdis could probably work just about anywhere they needed her. The recent incident with the Narrakra had definitely fed into Pepper's tendencies to investigate things outside her purview, and she was fairly certain that Valdis was intent on much the same given her network post. She'd asked her friend to meet her for lunch where they could Discuss, and a cafe near the central Verdant Sentry building seemed fitting. Pepper claimed a table and waited for Valdis to arrive.

D. [Devin] Apartment | September 2 | X

After an intense conversation with the Fool, Devin has been going in circles about what to do. He's simultaneously convinced that any attempt at a relationship is a terrible, impossible idea; and yet can't make the decision to forever cut that tie. Normally, he would never bring this to anyone because it would be too much vulnerability for him to be comfortable with. But X has already born witness to that, and since he's read Devin he can also understand what's happening without needing to be told all the details. Devin bites the bullet and texts X to ask him to come to the apartment to discuss something important.

E. [Devin] Die Rose Tulpa | September 8 | The Fool

So. X and Devin had a long conversation, and after a few more days of ruminating Devin makes a tentative - but deeply significant - decision. He shoves down the nerves and heads to Klaus' cafe to see if the Fool is there selling his carvings or in his apartment. And it seems he comes bearing gifts; Devin has a small paper bag with him that swings like it has something weighty in it. When he doesn't spot the Fool in the cafe proper, Devin takes a deep breath and cautiously heads upstairs. A full minute goes by in which he simply stares at the door before finally knocking.

F. [Devin] Meta 3/General | Throughout September | Open

Devin is out and about a little more than he has been over the past few months, the turmoil finally beginning to die down (at least on some fronts). Valdis' brief devolvement into her ten-year-old self forced him back into the city and demanded he set aside some of his misery to ensure her safety and well-being. When out on a purposeless walk in the early evening, Devin finds himself at an outdoor market that's closing up. He comes away from one merchant's table with a serrated knife and stops on the sidewalk to examine it closely.

It starts living on his belt after that, hidden mostly from view. Devin also returns to a more normal work schedule this month after doing his best to have the most erratic pattern of employment possible. He can be found most days in the Academy's largest library, helping to maintain the organization of shelves or doing the careful work of archive management.

(OOC note: Feel free to let me know if you'd like a starter or make up your own!)

Comments

[afoolsgold]

There is a brief moment in which the Fool's eyebrows bend into a puzzled furrow, and then--"oh, the tea, of course," and he touches Devin's cheek once more in wordless apology before he steps back into his kitchenette to finish the task he'd started only moments ago. The kettle is still hot from recently boiled water; had it truly taken so little time for so much to change? A bit giddy, the Fool can't stop himself from smiling as he pours first one cup, then the next. Milk and sugar he sets out for Devin to make use of, or not, as he so desires.

"...I've no idea what to do now."

"You might try drinking this before it gets cold." The Fool's suggestion is coupled with a wry little smile, a humorous glitter in his eyes. Then his expression softens and he considers Devin in thoughtful silence for a moment. "Must you do anything?" he asks quietly.

[annihilist]

The Fool moves away and his absence invites the answer to that question. He has too much space to overthink when they're not holding the moment (even if, right now, his thoughts are all hazy at the edges). Devin busies himself with the tea, pouring in milk and studying the clouds it forms.

"I'm not particularly good at inaction," he admits. The Fool has probably noticed. Even during those months he lived alone, Devin was usually doing something in all his waking hours, even if it was simply reading. Left with only his thoughts, he tended to follow them into dark corners. Though here, of course, he'll have company. "It's not that I can't be still, it's--" Devin gestures a circle by his head, eyes downcast to the tea. "Getting this to shut off."

[afoolsgold]

It's the universal symbol for a restless mind. The Fool recognizes the tendency well.

He considers Devin in fond, contemplative silence for a second or two more before bringing up his own tea for a sip. The warmth and familiarity of it couple nicely with the gentle affection newly burgeoned in his heart; yes, he thinks, this is good, and right, and worth the risk. A moment later, he steps near enough to Devin to kiss the corner of his mouth--simply because he can--and then drops one hand down to settle against his arm.

"Come sit at my work station," he invites him, gesturing with his tea cup towards the window. There's a glint in his eye when he looks back again. "I shall teach you how to make oil-varnish."

[annihilist]

Devin's eyes close when the Fool kisses him like this simple, easy affection is normal. That brief contact and the hand on his arm causes a sudden yearning for closeness that he's denied himself for so long and that he may now have in unlimited supply. It's a little intoxicating.

Gratitude tugs at the corners of his mouth when he meets the Fool's amber gaze again. "Putting me to work already?" Devin asks rhetorically, lightly teasing. It's a smart move. He picks up his cup of tea and goes to the window as indicated, properly examining the tools laid out there. "I shall attempt not to spill or ruin anything," Devin adds wryly.

[afoolsgold]

"Putting me to work already?"

In response, the Fool flashes him a smile full of sly humour. "Naturally."

The work of cooking the resins and the oils and thinners required to turn all these basic ingredients into varnish is time consuming, and requires enough attention to detail that the restless wheels of Devin's mind have plenty to keep them busy. Truthfully they spend more of their time over the stove than at the work station, though there is a bit of back and forth as ingredients and tools are carried back and forth between locations. The Fool walks Devin through the steps of the process in his usual way, with enough light-hearted and breezy whimsy to almost verge upon carelessness, though never quite venturing that far. When at last the varnish can be poured, all gleaming golden brown, into a jar for storage, a few hours have past and the sounds of midday traffic and activity can be heard filtering in through the open window.

Sighing, the Fool at last drops back down onto the chair at his work station, though he more drapes himself across it than looks as though he's about to set to work. Absently, he peels off his work gloves and sets them aside, temporarily revealing the silvered fingertips of one hand in the process. "There is still much left to do," he tells Devin wearily, "but I think we have earned a bit of rest."

He tilts his head to prop his chin against his curled fingers, regarding Devin through a few loose strands of hair. Then he reaches out a slim hand for his, beckoning him closer towards the other empty chair at the table.

[annihilist]

The process of creating the varnish is novel for Devin, though there are aspects of it that are familiar from both his past and present. Tools and techniques from well before the rise of the internet were mostly a distant memory. Fortunately, Devin's hands are both steady and deft. The Fool's whimsical approach helps keep his mind on track as much as the task itself, though nothing can actually distract him from why he's working at the Fool's side in the first place. His wariness fades a little as time goes by until it can be seen more in his eyes than his frame.

All the same, Devin's hesitation only lasts a moment or two before he takes the Fool's outstretched hand and sits. His grip is uncertain, but soon enough Devin finds where the shape of their hands fit together comfortably. It's strange, but not in a bad way.

"You know you can probably buy something like this," Devin points out, recapturing some of his usual cheekiness. "Then you would have more time to carve."

[afoolsgold]

The Fool scoffs lightly. "That sounds dreadfully sensible." How boring.

He laces their fingers together with contemplative slowness, tracing his thumb over each ridge of Devin's knuckles, as though the exploratory touch satisfies some private curiosity he's kept to himself all these months. Eventually he quirks a pensive smile and meets Devin's eyes, opens his mouth to speak again--

--then blinks at the broad, peculiar shadow that has suddenly cast itself across Devin's features. He frowns and murmurs, "What..?" already turning some to look backwards over his shoulder.

There in the window, with one large foot braced on the sill, sits a juvenile-ish gyroshei. It cocks its head first at the Fool, then at Devin.

Then it turns its head and fixes its beak around the wind chimes that, up until precisely a second ago, were clinking melodically against each other. And that is, frankly, all it takes to get the Fool incensed and on his feet, exclaiming, "Oh, you wretched thief--!" while the gyroshei clumsily tries to tug at the wind chimes to loosen them from their fixture.

The Fool, meanwhile, comes by his name honestly, given he doesn't hesitate at all in stepping right up onto the window sill to grab hold of the wind chimes, intent on holding onto them. (They're very nice, cut him some slack.)

[annihilist]

Oh, hells. Devin would probably be more amused by the Fool's earnest attempt to reclaim the wind chimes if physics didn't dictate that he would lose. They've had a hard enough time of getting to this point and he's not about to let an unruly bird make it worse.

Before the Fool can fall out the window, Devin is at the sill to be within reach - but what he takes hold of is the gyroshei. Its foot, specifically. "Watch the beak," he warns, and then the bird is braced only against air as Devin lifts its foot and shoves it backwards.

There is, predictably, a lot of frantic flapping of wings and squawking. He throws an arm out to steady the Fool in case both he and the gyroshei still refuse to let go.

[afoolsgold]

It is good that one of them is, in fact, a sensible person.

The squawking gyroshei flaps its wings desperately to right itself and ultimately struggles away from the window without its prize. The end result is that the Fool, though he yelps and wobbles and ultimately does topple from his tenuous perch on the windowsill, does not fall out the window, but instead sideways. He seizes Devin's arm with one hand, while the other has a firm grip on those wind chimes.

He looks at them with very wide eyes for a moment longer, before he lifts them up rather triumphantly and turns his eyes back on Devin, looking rather too pleased with himself for someone who nearly fell out a window.

He grins and tips his chin up. "I daresay that could have gone worse."