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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 17, 2010 6:40:47 GMT -5
[[I... don't know? owo" Um-um... warning: It contains nude men? Well, it's bathhouse, so that should be assumed, but yeah... Shut up? All right, I will.]]
Francis smiled as he walked into the bathhouse. Going through the whole process of stripping and then wrapping a towel around his waste, he proceeded to wash away all the dirt from his body in a short shower. Approaching the open waters, he dipped his hand in briefly, testing the warmth.
Smiling at the feel of the water, he looked around the place before removing the towel around his waist and entering the warmth of the springs in one smooth motion.
Sliding into the water, Francis let out a sigh of relief as the warmth, refreshing waters rushed over his body. Although it was usually fun and wondrous in the day, with all the adventures one could enjoy, the bathhouse was a lovely place to relax. The bare body massaged by the warmth of the waters and the herbs mixed in.
Closing his eyes, Francis let go of all the daily worries the day presented to him when the sun rose, such as money troubles, where to travel next and all the like. Everything dissipated like dirt with water and soap into the air in that one sigh.
Adjusting to the warm temperatures of the water, the blonde waded about the water, simply swimming and enjoying the warmth. It was a peaceful night, not much going on and there were no others in the bath...
"Ah... I spoke too soon..." he muttered, glancing towards the door as he heard the door open. "Bonsoir monsieur~" he called in cheery tones, leaning against the edge of the bath.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 17, 2010 9:50:25 GMT -5
The various different smells of herbs and oils were driving Gilbert mad. His senses were far too overwhelmed and a voice in the back of his head was hissing about how stupid it was to come here. Being a creature who didn't need sleep, in the later hours of the night when Roderich was either locked away in his room or dozing away, he would get bored. Very bored. Normally, he would spend his hours wondering the streets of the town, but after catching the faintest whiff of steam, the Prussian had made a split-second decision to come here.
And now, he was very much regretting it.
If it hadn't been for desperate need to disguise himself as a human, he would have left the bathhouse the moment he walked in the door, but it would look awkward and even the faintest suspicions were dangerous. Part of him was hoping that the warmth of the water would be enough to distract his sensitive nose from the ridiculous amount of varying scents, but in the end, he knew the efforts would be fruitless and just planned to use the excuse of dizziness to get out that much sooner (as by this point, it was his sheer stubbornness to see why humans liked the bathhouse so much that kept him going).
He didn't, however, count on someone else being in the bath.
Dammit, he thought, waving a hand in front of his face to push away a cloud of steam. This just keeps getting better and better... He subconsciously tightened the towel around his waist and moved forward. As long as he got into the water, his skin would heat enough for him to no-longer feel like a walking icicle... though that didn't mean he wanted someone there.
"You're out late," he greeted with a nod as he slipped into the water. "It isn't often you find people out in the baths at this hour. Can't sleep?" It wouldn't hurt to attempt to be polite. He vaguely remembers Roderich scolding him at one point for lacking most of them, and thus made it a point to try to follow them (if only the basics).
---------- A/N: ...This reply made more sense in my head.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 17, 2010 12:48:50 GMT -5
The brunet was frowning this time, his whole upper half submerged in the water blindly groping for something on the ground. People passed him and gave him looks of bewilderment but Antonio had no time to acknowledge it in his attempt to be gallant --even in the baths. His frown deepened when his fingertips brushed against something rough that moved away as quick as his touch had grazed what had probably been a shell.
"Here, turtle~ turtle~" he muttered, his chin already in the water.
All that was left was his head but he knew well enough that it would be impossible to see and not very wise, to open his eyes in waters with such temperatures.
The idea of an animal being inside (and willing stepping in) perplexed him to a great extent.
His only intention was to save it.
His blind search continued as he treaded the waters all the way to the other side of the rock he was just searching under, following the oval-shaped silhouette.
"Oh my. It seems that I have lost Senor Turtle." He murmured dejectedly but he was given no such permission to wallow in his misery for too long, finding something else.
Someone.
Two someones, engaging in a conversation.
Antonio almost felt like he'd been intruding, but even through the light steam of the bathhouse, he could recognize those faces, despite having encountered them only once prior to this.
"Senor Tree!" He exclaimed, completely disregarding facts.
"--and, I apologize. I didn't quite catch your name back at the Marketplace. Oh, but this is a such an odd coincidence! Of all places." He chuckled, settling down comfortably, forgetting about his initial search for the time being.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 17, 2010 13:19:59 GMT -5
Glancing at the other figure in the haze, Francis shrugged in response, smiling a little, "Non, it was simply a good chance to monopolize the baths to myself..." he shrugged, after a day full of stressful work, it seemed like a good escape. From life and from all the people that might bother him in the baths. After all, people tended to bring children and while he was not object to young ones, they could be rather annoying.
Pausing, he continued with an amused voice at the notice from the other man, "However, it seems I am not the only one..." he murmured and narrowed his eyes at the other man. He was fairly pale, he noted... perhaps he was used to these conditions? After all, there were people who preferred nighttime to daylight hours. Francis was used to both, depending on what suited the need.
"What about yourself? It is rather late and--"
His full reply was cut off by a voice a distance away from himself and the blonde turned his gaze across the water to a brunette that he recognized. "Ah, it is the traveller from earlier..." he mused with a chuckle. Glancing back at the other man, who had unusual silvery hair.
Smiling he chuckled awkwardly, "Well, this is quite the gathering..." the bathhouse no less, "Ahh, well, since we're quite trapped here for a while in each others company, perhaps I should mention that my name is not "Tree"?" He suggested with a laugh and then continued, "It's Francis... Francis Bonnefoy, and it is a pleasure to meet the both of you."
Turning to the silverette, who was the closest to him, he extended a friendly hand with a friendly smile, "And you are?"
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 17, 2010 15:00:16 GMT -5
Gilbert shrugged and leaned back, looking up at the sky with vague interest as he settled down. He had to admit, the water was quite nice and rather relaxing. The smells around him seemed to ease slightly as he was now in the center of the source of steam, but that didn't stop the headache that was slowly beginning to form in the back of his head. How can humans stand so much of this crap? he thought in vague annoyance. Too much in one area...
"I couldn't sleep," he said finally. It was a generic excuse, but one that often worked. "I'm more of a night owl; have been since I was kid. Something about the moon is just too awesome to pass up." Crimson eyes darted to the other side of the bath, and amused look dancing in them as he saw a familiar mop of brown hair. He could hear faint mutters that sounded suspicious like 'turtle' but he didn't think too much on the subject. Who would bring a turtles to the baths, anyway?
His attention shifted back to Francis and he hesitated. Was his hand warm enough yet? If he still felt icy, then the handshake would prove suspicious, and that would be a problem. There was always the idea of bad circulation, but even then he'd warm up after a few moments in the water; not feel like a corpse.
"Lud..." he paused, trailing off. He didn't have reason to suspect these two. They didn't know what he was, and they had no reason to think him dangerous. "Gilbert..." he finally answered honestly. "Gilbert Weillschmidt, but you can just call me 'awesome'."
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 18, 2010 0:50:51 GMT -5
"Antonio Carriedo~" he stated, back resting against one of the rocks. He was quite sure he and the Frenchman hadn't had the chance to exchange names once the adorably loud little Italian had entered the scene back at the plains.
"Senor Francis and Senor Gil--Awesome, then." He said out loud, confirming and registering the names in his head whilst indulging Gilbert. The Spaniard had only met some small amount of people, at least, a small amount that bothered to go see him after first meetings. Time would come to pass and sooner or later, animated conversations became curt nods and polite smiles out on the street and then he'd have to forget names, to make room for the new ones that would undoubtedly come later.
"My arm still hurts somewhat," he supplied to the conversation.
Antonio brought his fingers to the spot that now had no visible wound and winced when he tried to press it. Once he'd gotten back, he had all intentions of going to sleep right away but he vaguely remembered that somebody had told him that sleeping while fatigued wasn't good for the body.
And Antonio knew that he was going to be good Knight, he would need a healthy one.
"It seemed like a good idea to come out here at the time I was thinking of it --but I don't regret the decision." He flashed a genial smile, limbs relaxing from the earlier tension of unknown origin.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 18, 2010 6:35:25 GMT -5
Francis nodded to the both of them, smiling slightly. It was nice, he supposed, to have company. At least he was not bored to tears of just wading in the water and staring at the moon. Although the moon was very lovely... he mused as his eyes travelled to the star-scattered sky overhead. Shaking the thoughts away, in case he got distracted, he chuckled, listening to the names they gave him. It seemed that it was only he and Gilbert that had never met before, that was good... at least they were in familiar company. Strangers, especially dull ones, were very pesky.
"Monsieur Antonio and Monsieur Gilbert, oh, excuse me, Monsieur "Awesome,"" He stated with a small laugh. Turning to Antonio, he glanced at his arm as he spoke of it hurting and sighed, scratching the back of his head. Well, it did seem as if he needed to improve his magic skills just a bit... healing the looks of it but not the pain was not very helpful, although it kept him from getting infections. Just one of the many things he needed to practice, he supposed.
Sighing, he shrugged a bit uselessly, "My apologizes, it seems that the magic just gets rid of the wound, it may take a while for the pain to fade," Francis couldn't help the nerves that tingled throughout the body. He looked thoughtful for a moment, but in the end, decided against mentioning anything about pain-relieving potions. Although he was adept at his magic, he was not quite sure he could fully accomplish an excellent potion to numb the pain without maybe a few side-effects. There would be no repeat of the last time he had used someone to test out a potion...
Flashing an apologetic smile, he muttered, "Well, hopefully, it'll fade with time..." pain was a very crippling thing, after all. Nodding in agreement he smiled, glancing between the two of them, "Yes... this is pleasant company, non?" He suggested and then turned his blue eyes back towards the sky. The large expanse of which looked all to large for him, almost as if it would swallow them all up, the small stars and even the moon seeming small in comparison.
"Beautiful company under a lovely, star-filled sky, it is quite a nice night out~" he said and then chuckled, leaning back against the edge of the bath.
[[They're too calm. o.o I suggest a water-splashing fight, because it's fun and friend-like. Oui/Oui?]]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 18, 2010 11:20:10 GMT -5
"...Are you gay?" Gilbert asked bluntly, giving Francis an odd look. He'd never heard another male talk about the beauty of the world in such a bizarre manner, and the French accent did nothing to help. It wasn't that he particularly cared either way, but it was more often than not that his mouth worked before his brain and he asked a question that most people would consider inappropriate.
Shaking his head, Gilbert shifted his gaze to Antonio and grinned. "Oi, Senor Tomato! It's been a while." The look on his face faltered slightly at the mention of the Spaniard being hurt, but the small reassurance that he couldn't smell blood kept him from making an excuse to leave. He'd been curious about the brunette the first time they met, and while he'd never meet the blond, it was rare that he got to talk to humans without arousing suspicion, and he planned to take advantage of that.
Of course, boredom had never been something Gilbert handled well, and whenever it reared it's ugly head, he'd find means of getting rid of it.
Which is why he threw his leg out, kicking a decently sized wave of water into Francis face, and laughed.
------ There's your fight? XD
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 19, 2010 13:55:53 GMT -5
OTL childish fun is childish and should not make sense and more chaos -- our guest turtle shall draw blood =w= --- "That's not a problem." Antonio waved him off with the arm he'd claimed was still hurting. Really, it wasn't. After all, going out to the plains, fighting off large aerial creatures and mistaking a person for a tree had nothing to do with Senor Bonnefoy's magical ability and he was grateful for that sort of generosity despite his ignorance.
At the sudden question from Gilbert he snickered.
It wasn't a rare feat but was something he didn't do in front of most people because he knew for a fact that acting that calloused would result to losing face. Losing face meant losing a lot of people who liked to associate him with sunbeams and kisses and summer and all the good things in the world. It didn't make him sick --on the contrary, he was all but flattered to be the sort of human being aligned to those sort of things but--
"Yes, I'm quite sure that Senor Francis is very happy. Why would he not considering the co--"
Initially, he drawled out the first response, finding it appropriate to make some sort of joke about the question.
Antonio suspected that Gilbert was the sort of spontaneous character.
The one that could keep him guessing to no end, feeding him one mystery after another that piqued his curiosity enough.
A lot, actually.
He drew back, following the contours of the stone at the very stupid attempt to avoid water.
A game? He thought, amused.
Deciding to play along he shifted gears, pushing water toward the direction of the blond as well.
As it turned out, it was only the three of them there after all.
And by now, Antonio was starting to doubt whether any sort of face mattered here at all. At least, it wouldn't matter to him anyway and he had nothing against doing things all in the name of good fun.
Or simply just fun.
Whichever.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 21, 2010 14:03:17 GMT -5
Pretending to sputter, looking outraged, Francis shook his head, "I would not call it such a thing!" He proclaimed, although he did not admit to it being otherwise, "Beautiful people are all I am attracted to," he declared adamantly, and in regards to that, it included males and females.
So technically, he was wrong in the proclamation of his being gay. It was quite clearly the fact that he was bisexual, he believed the term was. Of course, he would never outright just admit to that fact, it was much easier to say that he was simply a person who indulged in all forms of beauty. Often much to the displeasure of women, husbands and other men in general.
When Gilbert splashed water at him, he frowned, "Hey, that's not a polite thing--" when Antonio also splashed water at him, he frowned and sighed. If you can't beat them, you might as well join them, he figured to himself. "Well then..." he muttered, "I guess I shall join in the fun~" he stated and then smirked deviously, splashing water at Gilbert not just once, but twice, simply because he could. After all, you should never settle for just dishing it back the same as it was given to you. Turning around to face Antonio, he then directed a splash at him, smiling at the fact he was so easily doing this.
Chuckling at the fact they were actually having a water fight in the bath, he rolled his eyes at them both. So childish, not that it was not fun. Regardless of the immaturity clearly shining off of them in that moment, he had to admit he was enjoying this odd form of entertainment with these odd people.
They were all just really odd, he supposed. And immature. As well as likely going to get in trouble for making a mess and a lot of noise soon.
Not that it mattered to him, he thought as he simply just started to flail his arms in the water, sending water flying everywhere.
[[Water fight, yeah! Whoot! Yes, Francis is totally just splashing in the water. I don't know why he's doing that... he's high? *Shot* Now just wait... Francis is mooning you guys soon. owo *Shot*]]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 22, 2010 7:37:00 GMT -5
Gilbert, in all honestly, hadn't expected the Frenchman to attack back. Most people would have simply glared and shouted at him, or removed themselves from the bath to favour a new one or move to the other end, but Francis stayed, and returned fire more than once. It amused the Prussian greatly, and before he knew it, a full-out water war had started between the three of them.
It had been a long time since the albino laughed as hard as he did during the splash fight, and even then, the only person who'd been able to get more than a cocky attitude and grin out of him was Roderich. A voice in the back of his mind repeatedly told him to be careful, that they were human, and he couldn't afford to be found out by any others, but he pushed it away. He was having fun, which caused him not to care. Being dangerous was fun, anyway.
"Looks like the Frog can fight after all," he grinned, moving to take a spot several inches to Antonio's left. "But you can't beat the both of us, Frenchie. Senor Tomato! Full power!" He began splashing again, sending small waves in Francis' direction. ------- A/N: Damn bell... rushed post is rushed. *goes to next class*
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