Closed Log

[mrdickery]

Characters: Yuri Loball and Flynn Sheafo.
Format: action
This log is: closed
Location: Conquest HQ and eventually the Mercantile Quarter
Summary: It's business as usual with the vigilante and the knight, and business is good~
Warnings: lol alcohol

[Inching along the outer wall of Conquest's HQ building, Yuri pauses to peek into the window of the next room he passes, both on the lookout for Santana and Flynn, only one of which he wants to find. Why he doesn't just knock? Well that would entail he knows what doors are for and how to use them. To him and his memory-addled mind, a door is just another word for a wall.

And as for why he doesn't just call Flynn on his PDA? Because this way is more funny. Gotta keep his friend on his toes, after all.

When the current room he looks into seems empty, he continues dodging through the bushes to the next one.]

Comments

[whitestknight]

[ there aren't many less trustworthy grins in Yuri's arsenal tbh. FOLDS HIS ARMS. ]

Yuri...

[mrdickery]

[And like it means anything, Yuri holds his hands up like he's innocent.]

Guess not.

[whitestknight]

That's not what I meant, and you know it.

[ as a sign of peace, he goes and puts the manual away on its shelf. Now he's unarmed. :| ]

[mrdickery]

[Oh good, at least now he won't throw the book at him.

Still grinning rather shamelessly, Yuri folds his arms and resumes his relaxed posture of leaning against the desk.] I know. I came to see if you were interested in leaving the paperwork for a few hours.

[Have a wry look, Flynn.]

[whitestknight]

[ the chair is more likely at the moment tbh. Yuri's expression is definitely top-grade chair-throwing material, even if Flynn can't concentrate on his face for too long without getting a sudden headache. He catches the look, anyway. :I

Well... he's done with his immediate work, so. ]

It couldn't hurt.

[mrdickery]

[Oh good, he won't have to resort to nasty methods to save Flynn from the vile books.]

That's more like it. C'mon, before you grow another layer of dust. [And he straightens to leave.

Through the window. Flynn might wanna grab him and explain the door one more time.]

[whitestknight]

Another...? [ his hand transitions almost seamlessly from a self-conscious brush of his hair to snagging Yuri's arm, and he steers the guy around until he's facing the door instead. ]

We're not using the window, Yuri. [ look at this magical device it is called a doorknob and when I touch it THE WALL OPENS. ]

[mrdickery]

[Successfully diverted from trailer more dirt all over the place, Yuri glances back at Flynn as he faces to, what he assumes, is a wall.] You got a better way out of here?

[whitestknight]

I live here, Yuri. I know the shortcuts. [ Wow you are frustrating.

Well. Technically the memory barrier is frustrating.

You are also damn frustrating though. You know. Generally. Force is applied to aforementioned wall-afixed device. Door swings open. YURI IS DRAGGED THROUGH IT before he can 1. protest or 2. fall over from memory regain. ]

[mrdickery]

[Says the guy who keeps knocking cups and bottles out of his hands.

Yuri doesn't struggle, but he does watch with ill-concealed awe as they walk through the door so easily.]

Hey, that's pretty useful. [And- wait. What was he talking about again? Hello hazy eyes and blank look on his face.]

[whitestknight]

[ I never said I wasn't just as frust-- no wait none of that ever happened as far as I remember.

Shut up. ]

There are a few more to go through before we get outside. Just... try not to think about it too hard.

[mrdickery]

[What a magical pair they are.]

Huh? What? Think about what? [FLYNN MY FRIEND, ARE YOU GOING CRAZY?]

[whitestknight]

[Truly they are destined friends.]

Never mind. [TO PUT MYSELF THROUGH THIS AND NOT JUST GO THROUGH THE WINDOW.... I MUST BE.

anyway they're out after one more door.]

[mrdickery]

[Rinse and repeat. Yuri gets another confused why-didn't-I-ever-think-of-that look on his face before he stumbles once and has to be tugged along by Flynn to keep from falling on his face. Doors, they are a painful, painful experience.]

[whitestknight]

[Yurihandling is something you don't just forget after a few years.

It's like riding a bicycle.

Yep.

Anyway, they're out. They're FREE. And Flynn has no idea where Yuri intended for them to go.]

Ah... Where did you say we were heading?

[mrdickery]

[... a bicycle.

Once they're outside and Yuri is done doing his what-was-I-thinking-about schpiel, he glances back at Flynn, blinks once, and then the smile is back in place.]

Into town. I found a pretty decent bar.

[whitestknight]

[ riding a horse then..? Shut up it's a perfectly valid simile in Rakuen.

In other news, a bar seems relatively legal, so he's a little relieved. Enough that he starts towards the campus gates without further prompting, anyway. ]

What high praise. Should I be worried?

[mrdickery]

[... innuendo missed. /sob]

Hey, you know me. [Which means yes, obviously. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Yuri follows behind Flynn with a casual smirk.]

[whitestknight]

[ INNUENDO ACKNOWLEDGED, APPRECIATED AND THEN POINTEDLY IGNORED. :|b ]

[ and then... they go to a bar? ]

[mrdickery]

[And get reasonably inebriated, I should think.]