003 [action/text]

[aerialassault]

[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod and (maybe) Albel Nox]

[It was cold.

Cliff shifted under the blankets and stretched his legs, not caring about anything but the familiar knitted sheets that touched his bare skin and the familiar scent of what he knew was his apartment in town. It was simple. It was a taste of the freedom he would grab once he slept off his aching muscles and refreshed his weary mind.

For the moment he just wanted to appreciate the warmth. He didn't remember the beds being this comfortable...]

[Action: Open]

[People in town might notice an unfamiliar young woman wandering about the shops that afternoon in search of something that fitted better than the oversized leather bomber jacket and heavy boots that covered her thin white dress. Her striking blue hair and green eyes bore a startling resemblence to another young man, Fayt Leingod-- but, that had to be coincidence.

Passers by might even find her asking them a simple question in a tone that hinted at her contained frustration:]



Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?

[Clearly, she wasn't used to asking for this sort of help.

Later on, a quick message in a familiar hand is scrawled out in the journals for everyone to read:]

[Text]

I'm back. Anyone miss me?

Comments

[action]

[etherealblast]

[It might be cold to Cliff, but this was a lot warmer and more comfortable than Fayt's bed had been in a while.... and it was nice enough that Fayt found himself so inclined to plaster himself against the source of the warmth, wrapping his arms around the soft feeling pillow. It was a bit lumpy, but not at all uncomfortable.

Since when did he have a heated pillow, though...?]

[action]

[aerialassault]

[Never.

Cliff was knocked out of the floating, blissful twilight of dreams when he felt someone wrap their arms around him. He tossed his hair from his face -- when did it get so long ? -- and squirmed around to shoot the offender a sharp glare in his irritation...

And paused when he caught sight of that familiar blue hair.]



[All accusations were silenced by the stunned disbelief that took over. Warily, Cliff reached out to poke Fayt. Just to be sure.]

Uh. Hey.

[action]

[etherealblast]

[The poke is enough to make Fayt grumble, shifting away from the irritating finger before opening his eyes wide in surprise at the voice speaking so close to his face and staring blankly at the familiar face.

The familiar face in his bed.

....The Malnosso had a weird sense of humor.]

.....Maria?

[action]

[aerialassault]

...

Uh. No...

[Cliff stared, brows furrowed in his confusion as he gingerly pulled a lock of the strangely long hair into view, just to double check. Sure enough, it was blue.

A sigh. He released the strands and let them fall in his face.]

...Lemme take a guess. I look like her, don't I?

Re: [action]

[etherealblast]

[Fayt stares a bit more, pushing himself up on an elbow and trying to figure out what's going on. Not Maria....? But....

He only knew one person who talked like that.

Oh, the Malnosso really did have a horrible sense of humor.]

Cliff?

[action]

[aerialassault]

Calm down, would ya?

[He shook his head and flopped back down into the pillows, closing his eyes to block out the unsettling sight of Fayt's surprise.]

Gaahh~

This is one helluva thing, huh?

[action]

[etherealblast]

[Oh man, it was Cliff.]

You're telling me.... You've been gone a month and come back like this? [Running a hand through his hair, he sits up on the bed, crossing his legs as he does.]

This is like a really bad joke.

fucking action

[misterbrief]

[He hears the "Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?", mistakenly thinking the girl is addressing him, and not someone else, to which he turns with a cold hard look.]

No.

[Hasn't quite gotten the best look at who he's talking to yet. Some blue haired chick. Didn't think there was any other blue haired girls past Bulma and Bulla.]

FUCKING PERFECT

[aerialassault]

[Vegeta better get a good look at who he's talking to, because the girl isn't going away. She stared at him, annoyance clear in her green eyes, and folded her arms over her chest.]



I'd roll with it if I were you. 'Specially since this is a prime opportunity to show off what you do know in this department.

[No, Cliff wasn't in the mood to be coy about his identity-- he was cold, and he wanted something a bit better than his jacket and boots to wear. If Vegeta couldn't help, he'd have to go to Bulla directly.

...The thought was a bit embarrassing.]

[misterbrief]

[He blinks a few times. Wow, she's got some spunk. Still don't know who he's talking to. However, he glares, making a note of what she looked like at least.]

And who are you to tell me what to do?

[aerialassault]

[There was a grin that should have been all too familiar...]



What, all it takes is a month for you to not remember me? I'm hurt!

[misterbrief]

[Nope. He looks like a chick, who looks nothing like Cliff. Familiar or not, it's not coming to him. But it bugs him that she's claiming that she knows him. Because in this place, she just might. But, let's see if he can't chase her off first.]

I've never met you in my life. So there's nothing to be hurt about. Now why don't you go run along, get yourself some appropriate clothing and get out of my hair. Unless you prefer to be an icicle, that is.

[aerialassault]

[The light teasing glint in the girl's eyes fades, only to be replaced by renewed frustration.]



Why do ya think I was asking for your help here? I'm not used to being this short, man!

[sewdamncute]

[Kanji turned at the sound of the girl's voice. He took a step back. his heart racing as he saw the blue hair and the surly expression.]

Naoto? When'd you...

[Wait, not his friend from home. Embarrassing.]

Er, sorry, I thought you were someone else.

[aerialassault]

...

[Cliff frowned, embarrassed both for himself and for the young man in front of him.]



It's whatev. 's not the first time I've heard something like that today.

[sewdamncute]

Er, I don't usually make mistakes like that. Name's Kanji Tatsumi. What's yours?

[aerialassault]

[Cliff nodded sympathetically, understanding that particular little problem far too well himself.]



It's an easy enough mistake to make 'round here, Kanji. Don't worry about it, 'specially since nothing's normal here.

...would you believe me if I said that I normally don't look like this?

[sewdamncute]

After being here for a while, yeah, I can believe that. This place is fuckin' crazy.

[aerialassault]

[He chuffed in wry amusement.]



Yeah? You're telling me. One of the guys I met here and I thought we were married for a bit 'cause of the Shifts that hit us. That was interesting.

[A grin, and an offered hand.]

I'm not normally a girl either. Name's Cliff. Cliff Fittir.

[Handwritten]

[faithfulflame]

[Well the writing is familiar. The face in the picture? Not so much. Which means...]


Cliff-san?!

[Handwritten]

[aerialassault]

[The grin that followed was just as unmistakable as the writing, even if the face was unfamiliar.]



And that is a yes!

Hey, Rei. Anything new?

[Handwritten]

[faithfulflame]

Apparently your body. She's pretty. Who is she?

[Handwritten]

[aerialassault]

My boss. She's pretty important to me, and I think that those paper pushers caught onto that.

This might be vengeance for breaking a few of their toys, but there are worse things they could have done.

\[Handwritten]

[faithfulflame]

Your boss? But she looks a lot younger than you do?

[Handwritten]

[aerialassault]

Well, she's one of a kind. No one can take the job quite like she does.