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003 [action/text]

[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?

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[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...?]

[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.

[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?

...

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?

Edited 2013-12-08 01:05 (UTC)

[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?

[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.]

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?

Edited 2013-12-08 01:46 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.

Like a really bad joke? Please.

[Cliff opened an eye and peeked up at Fayt, ignoring all punchlines that the Malnosso wanted him to see and choosing to roll on with things. There was no point in worrying over what he couldn't change.]

...Was it really a month? Weird. It felt like longer.

A bit longer, but about that. [He leans back against his headboard, ignoring the odd sight of 'Maria' in his bed.]

They sure kept you a long time though. Did you at least give them trouble?

[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?

[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!

I broke a few 'a their toys and made a mess 'a things. That might be why they kept me for so long.

[Headscratch. Cliff tangled his fingers in the long hair and pulled it forward to take another look.]

...Anything big happen while I was out?

[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.

[Fayt grins a bit at that. Typical Cliff. He knew he wouldn't make it easy, just like he'd told Aleos.

His question, though, causes that grin to fade slightly. Right...] Nel's gone. Found her apartment empty a few days ago.

[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!

[Speaking of trouble...]

[The door to the bedroom suddenly banged open, revealing Albel on the other side. A certain blue haired maggot had been extra clingy as of late, and if he was going to be like that, then he was going to get shit done. Like training, or getting his sarong fixed, like what he planned to do right now.]

[Except for... well... thaaaaat...]

[Albel stared awkwardly at two blue haired fools on the bed... before quickly shutting the door again.]

[Cliff gingerly rolled over onto his side and frowned when he heard those words.]

She is, huh? I guess it was only a matter of time--

[The pensive moment was broken by Albel's sudden intrusion and wordless exit. Cliff stared at the door, but was glad for the distraction.]

What's up with Grumpy?

Edited 2013-12-08 04:17 (UTC)

[Fayt stares blankly at the door as well for a long moment, confusion cutting him off from the current topic at hand.] You think I know?

[He didn't have a clue what Albel's current malfunction was. So...]

Hey Albel! Cliff's back!

[Raising his voice, he calls out, hoping he was still here.]

[Lucky for you two, he was still just outside the door. Though when he answered he probably could not have sounded any more sarcastic if he tried.]

Oh, good. Where is the fool?

[A sigh.]

I'm right here. Where else did you expect me to be?

He just got the Malnosso's idea of a makeover. [Fayt lets out a short laugh.] Why'd you leave, anyway?

Edited (lost half my tag) 2013-12-08 05:11 (UTC)

[There is an awkward silence from the other side of the door... before it opened a crack. Albel was peeking through said crack, as if trying to determine that was really Cliff seated on the bed next to Fayt, and not the other blue haired maggot he had had to deal with.]

...this is ridiculous.

Yeah? You're tellin' me.

['Ridiculous' wasn't even the word that Cliff would have chosen himself for the bizarre situation. 'Stupid' or 'annoying' would have worked better in his opinion, but the last several weeks in the hands of those scientists had taught him that this world didn't care about his opinions.

He sat up and gathered the blankets up around the slender frame of the body he suddenly found himself in, both to preserve a degree of ~~his daughter's~~ modesty and fend off the chill while he looked around the suddenly unfamiliar surroundings.]

...Somehow I'm getting the feeling that this ain't the same Luceti. What else happened?

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