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☠ 6th Haunt ☠ - [Video]

[It's near noon, and Perona's just gotten out of bed. Still groggy, she rubs her eyes and nearly trips over her journal on the way to the bathroom to wash up. The jolt from her foot initiates the video feed and Perona grumbles, picking up the journal and tossing it carelessly onto her bed where it lays open and records a nice view of the young woman in her white, ruffly pajamas and messy hair as she stretches and bumbles her way towards her bathroom, yawning loudly. Ugh...waking up is so hard...and its started getting colder now, too.

The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]

Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...

[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.

With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]

Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.

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I can do that, Perona-san! I am committing everything you say to paper, and I shall have it for you precisely in time! All I need is your location!

[Such servant

Rock Lee

Very eyebrows

much youth

spandex]

[Oh...hrm. Drat, she'll have to give away her location now, won't she? Isn't there a way to make posts private or something? Too ad she never really learned...how to...do that...um. But maybe her new servant does.]

...Is there a way to make it so you're the only one that can hear me? I'd rather not everyone know where to find me.

Of course! I simply have to put up a filter, like so!

[And so he puts up a fairly not-good filter on the conversation.]

Any secrets would be safe now.

[Erm, alright then, she'll just have to take this weirdo's word for it that this is "filtered"...even if she didn't see much of a change at all. Sigh, well, at least she knows who to go after if unwanted folks come knocking at her door.]

Building seven, floor seven, room thirty-two. I'll be taking my shower now...so you'd better be here with everything I wanted by the time I'm finished, like I said.

Leave it to me! Please, shower in peace!

[And so, Lee sets himself to work. Luckily enough, he has Seventh Heaven's kitchen at his disposal. So, he manages to put things together as she requested. Not quite perfectly, but somewhere in the ballpark. And then he rushes over to the building to meet her, carefully balancing her order on a tray.

As he finally reaches the building, he sees his forty minutes are nearly up. In a rush to be truly punctual, he makes some wall-jumps - while still somehow managing to keep the tray balanced - up towards the window that seems to belong room 32. He carefully positions himself and works at opening the window singlehandedly, then comes right in while still bearing the tray.

Will Lee turn out to have the most awkward timing or not? Find out next time!]

Then why make a public post? You can't expect everyone to cater to you.

Journal. It activated... whatever the fuck the Malnosso did.

Do you want help with that Ma'am? [He says while sliding down the front of the door with his back to it you know... to help her block it off.]

I didn't make it of my own accord! The blasted book turned on by itself! Had I known it were recording--...I may have asked for people to cater to me in a different way. [She wouldn't have been so forceful, and maybe she might haven been sugary sweet about it. There's always an idiot out there that can fall for the charms of a lovely lady.]

And I don't expect everyone to cater to me...just those who may be willing to do so, horohoro. [The stupid, overly giving and helpful types - her favorite kinds of pack mules and/or servants. ♥]

Eh? What are you talking about?!

[Perona doesn't feel him trying to break the door down, and the wiser part of her knows he could just slip through the cracks of her door or through the keyhole or whatever with his stupid logia powers (cheater). That, and even if she's using all her strength to block off the door, he could easily tear it down if he wanted. Perona's not exactly a body builder here.

Balking again at the ridiculous way he's talking to her - is he mocking her?! - she grinds her teeth together and yanks the door open. No. No, she's not going to stand for this. Even if that twit is a vice admiral now, she's not just going to stand behind her door and be made fun of!]

Bastard! Don't mess around with me! If you have something to say, say it to me directly! [Even if she shut the door on him...]

[Perona doesn't say anything. She just gives a curt nod and a brief snort before closing her journal. Really, she's not expecting him to make it at all - especially not the way she usually takes her food or in the time frame she designated. She goes about picking her clothes at a very leisurely pace, setting them out on her bed before heading into the shower to wash up.

By the time she's finished, it's near to the time she set for Lee to arrive. Really, she took longer in the shower, mostly forgetting about her request entirely. She's just braiding her damp hair now...thankfully in a bathrobe when she exits the steam-filled bathroom.

To see a bedroom intruder ~~hide yo kids, hide yo wife~~.]

WEEEH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU--HOW DID YOU GET INSIDE?! P-Pervert!

[OI! DON'T JUST OPEN THE DOOR LIKE THAT!!! HE WAS LEANING ON IT--]

[And now he's sprawled backwards on the floor with his head in her doorway just waiting to get stomped on.]

[Awesome.]

[He hates pirates.]

[And Malnosso.]

[And everything.]

[He glares up at her all the fire in his eyes, but he's not able to express it even through the most strongly gritted teeth.]

Is there a problem with the way I'm speaking to you, Mistress? [Fuck. His. Life. Couldn't they have just, killed him and gotten it over with?]

Edited 2013-12-06 12:09 (UTC)

Perhaps if I am not performing to your satisfaction you could give me more direct orders. [DO YOU SEE THESE EYES PERONA?! THESE ARE THE EYES OF A MAN WHO SAYS THAT IF YOU DARE HE WILL KILL YOU LATER.]

That's what they all say. Don't you think you should pay more attention to stuff like that?

[HE IS EYEROLLING SO MUCH except she can't see it.]

You'll probably find a bunch of idiots that would want to.

[Oh.

She is very indecent. Lee's face is instantly reddening, and he nervously takes some steps back, the tray teetering in one hand and almost losing balance as he panics and covers his eyes with his other hand.]

I- I CAME IN THROUGH THE WINDOW! I APOLOGIZE ONCE MORE!

[Oh, shit, there's a Vice Admiral in her doorway. Yelping, Perona jumps back to avoid him crashing into her and knocking her over or something. That, and she just doesn't want Smoker to touch her at all ~~he has cooties~~.

What the ever loving fuck is he even saying though? Mistress? SINCE WHEN IS SHE HIS MISS--]

[..Oh. Oh.

Oh god my god. HAHAHA, there is no way her luck could have turned around this well. She's had a particularly crummy few weeks - somehow she's had really bad spots of bad luck, it's seemed like - and now she not only has a servant practically delivered to her, but that servant is Smoker. This is perfect; better than perfect! This is outstanding. She gets to humiliate and boss him around and he has to cater to her every whim?

Perona's lips curl up into a malicious kind of smirk as understanding dawns on her and she just begins to laugh, soft and venomous.]

Horohorohoro...

Aah...if that's what you want, Smoke-kun, then you should tidy up my apartment while I take my shower and freshen up. Lay out some nice clothes for me, too! Make sure it's something cute, but also warm enough to go out in. I have plans to go shopping later - you can come with me of course... [Perona kneels down beside Smoker with a devilish grin, running a hand down his face. Normally, this would revolt her in ways no one would ever understand, but she knows it's so much worse for him, especially in his "condition", so she'll tolerate the contact in favor of torturing him.] I need someone strong to carry everything for me.

Alright! [She stands, quickly, shaking off her hand as if to shake off the feeling of his grossness, going so far as to wipe it off on her pajama pants, too.] I'll take my shower now. Go run the hot water and leave as son as it's hot enough! And if you peek on me while I'm in there, I'll kill you. ♥

[Said like she were making small talk, Perona pls......]

Edited (spelling how does it work) 2013-12-08 04:45 (UTC)

Eeeh? Why should I be held responsible for an accident? If you don't like what you see or hear, close the stupid book. If you're only here to complain, then I don't see a need to continue talking to you.

[Perona snorts, and she laughs quietly, voice dropping, though not enough for him not to hear, given how close she is to her Journal now.] I've already found a very stupid idiot...

[Poor Lee, a moment after he covers his eyes is when Perona sics her ghosts on him. He won't even see the negative hollow flying at him from her palm...poor thing. Enjoy the momentary misery and feeling of wanting to just lay down and die, Mr. Wild Beast. At the least the negativity wears off in just a minute or so. That won't stop Perona from nabbing a pillow from her bed to sort of shield herself as well as to use to very likely smack him with later.]

The window?! Why the hell did you use the window, you thick-skulled baboon?! I have a door, moron! What kind of man climbs uninvited into a lady's room like that?! Idiot! If you saw anything, I'll make sure you die!

[Oh jesus, women are scary. He still counters with a weak laugh, tying not to lose his stride.]

I'm hoping, don't worry. Anyway, you'll be looking for a man named Peony. Tall, tan, blonde hair, pretty confident. Bit of a charmer, but I think you could handle him.

[And... shoot, shoot, where was Nephry living the last time he was here, think quickly--]

He should be at House One. Might want to check up with him first, though.

[He growls, grits his teeth into a forced "smile" you know as much as the most hideous curse ever can do such a thing to the man, and mentally howls. She figured it out. Of course she did.]

As you command my lady.

[This is literally just as bad as last year's Christmas curse where his swears got gradually more and more ridiculous and not at all swear-y. He hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this --]

[ALSO EW SHE TOUCHED HIM! SHE TOUCHED HIM GROSS. HE HAS PIRATE COOTIES NOW.]

[So he grumps over to the bathroom like a zombie, strangely bewildered by the sudden knowledge of its location and runs the hot water before going back to the living room. He woodenly tidies it up, and before he can even TRY to flee, he's forced to go get clothes. Oh. His. Fucking. God. There is no God. There is only torture.]

[The clothes are...]

[Clothes.]

[Please like Smoker has fashion sense.]

[The man doesn't believe in buttons. Or zippers.]

[Whatever, so he looks for warm layers.]

[And he tries to remember her sense of style from when she was... four or something? And then he just gives up and gets something that looks like outside lingerie so far as he's concerned.]

[You know what happens when you enhance Lee's negative feelings, just a little? You get a stream of tears leaking down onto your floor, Perona.]

You invited me! I was trying to reach this place within the time limit. I thought my efforts would be appreciated! And - and I saw nothing beyond your charming bathrobe!

I am a failure of a youth!

[It's extremely hard for Perona not to laugh, smothering her wicked chuckles behind her hand. This fan-fucking-tastic! Smoker is going to be her servant! He's listening to the orders she gives him and--...okay, wow, that is the scariest smile she's ever seen and sends chills up her spine, but she shakes the image out of her head soon enough.

Bwahahaa, he's even calling her by a title! This is the best day of her life! This makes up for her bad luck, tenfold! As Perona watches Smoker drag himself to her bathroom to warm up her shower, she squeezes her eyes shut and grins wide behind her hands, quietly giggling and hopping up and down in place. Once she's done with that, she lifts her head up with the happiest of smiles and follows after Smoker with a pleasant little hum. The hiss of the shower is like music to her ears, and he heads right on into the bathroom as Smoker exits it, giving him no thanks at all, just a triumphant little smirk.

You are hers, and she is going to use and abuse you, Vice Admiral. And she is going to love doing so.]

Try not to get any ash on the floor, Smoke-kun... [She indicates his cigar.] And I don't want my apartment smelling like smoke...finish that up quickly. If you do a good job and complete all your tasks before I'm finished, you can have another, but open the window and smoke there.

[See? She's not completely black-hearted! ...Mostly because she knows taking away his cigars would really mean death, but whatever. Perona doesn't want her apartment smelling like him, so if he has to smoke, he can do it at the window, or outside!

She closes the bathroom door behind her and lets Smoker to his business (or really his jobs), though after about ten minutes or so, a single hollow ghost peeks its head from the bathroom wall and looks around for the marine. She doesn't trust him enough to leave him by himself without keeping an eye on him, and her hollow is just the one to do such, floating around above him to monitor his activities.]

...Peony? Like the flower?

[Listening intently now, Perona nods her head at the description, though her attention is more focused on the location. She should probably write all this down... Yes, that seems like a good idea. Nabbing a pen, she writes all the information down in the corner of her journal for safekeeping and a friendly reminder. Hopefully she can get a hold of this guy today.]

I'll remember it, thank you. You've been very helpful. ...You wouldn't mind letting your friend know that I'll be looking for him, would you? My name is Perona.

[Oh my god that s the most disgusting display of negativity she's seen since she first developed the skill nearly a decade ago. He's going to mess up her carpet! In her own room, too! Ugh, no, not today.

Storming over, Perona grabs Lee by the arm and drags him to another part of her apartment - possibly the kitchen. It'd be easier to mop up after him in there. By now she doesn't even care about the food and drink, she just wants this pest dealt with.]

Stay here! When you're finished being a disgusting wreck, clean up after yourself... Don't go near my room, you hear me? The next attack won't be one you'll survive if you peek on me!

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