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This may call for an introduction [OPEN]

Who: Zelos Wilder (

thewinningside) and you!
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: 11/12 All day
What: Zelos has the day off so we are getting shenanigans, what better way to spend it than tracking down Numbers!

ABOUT THIS POST
Zelos is trying to find people based off what he's read on the network. He just wants to meet people! This is because he's not sure yet if he should turn everyone in to the police to try and cut himself a good deal out of this crazy situation or if he should actually have a spine and stick it out on the side of the Numbered. So he wants to meet as many people as possible before he makes his decision! If anyone asks about why he's tracking people down he'll just play it off like he's a famous idiot with a lot of time on his hands doing all this for laughs.

HOW THIS POST WORKS
Zelos is going to be all over! He will be hitting up the schools in particular, but he could conceivably be anywhere. He doesn't have to have talked to your character on the network either! If you're interested in running into him please do one of the following:

→Reply to this post with a comment detailing what he might have learned about your character from looking over the network. Things like obvious personality traits, names, what they look like, any abilities they've talked about/shown and any clues they've left that could have led him to their location and where you'd like him to find them is what I'm looking for. Just a general synopsis is good, no need for links to anything unless you have something you want him to reference in particular. We'll work out a scenario for him to run into your character from there!

→Throw up a comment of your character somewhere doing something and they can either recognize him from the network or he can recognize them (please specify which you want since I'm still not sure which characters are active/open about themselves on the network and which are lurkers/super careful about letting identifying information get out). The location/scenario can be as ridiculous as you want! He's famous, he will just walk right into your class/job/knock on your door and chat up your parents with some legit sounding lie for why he's come to see you.

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A bustling Tuesday, a school full of children and the sound of education! What? This isn't a good time for a visit? Zelos was all about catching people at inconvenient times. It made them agree to things for him just to get him to go away! Well that and of course it was amusing in and of itself to see just what he could get away with. You only lived once, so why not test the limits!

Signing in as a guest at the front office with a convenient lie and a charming smile he slapped on his visitors' sticker and strolled the halls of Locke City High School until he found the right classroom. A jaunty rap on the door and he let himself in without the slightest sign of guilt. "Helloooo~♪. Is Mr. Locke in here, hmmm!"

Edited 2013-11-12 05:10 (UTC)

Shortly after school, Luci will be wandering around the university district with a very clear goal: Research. Looking about the same as she usually did over the network, the only difference was that she was still in uniform--burgundy blazer, navy and green tartan skirt, and navy tights. Holding a white and blue striped umbrella, she would occasionally stop, cell phone in the other hand, swipe the screen a few times, look up and around, then back down at her cell phone again.

[OOC: ~~Zelos, what are you doing at a middle school; that's kinda creepy, dude.~~ Their conversation was just voice on Toushriou's end, but even from that, it would've been easy to peg that he's somewhere around twelve years old and thus would be attending middle school. And wouldn't you know it? The school's soccer team had a game after school today, and that grouchy kid with the narrow focus had said that he plays.]

It was one of the last games of the season, and against one of better schools. In the end, Toushirou's school had scraped out a three-two win after coming from behind. He wasn't terribly big on celebration, of course, but yanking the rug out from under the other team was satisfying on a certain level and even got a smile out of him in the locker room after the game. A couple of his teammates even high-fived each other at managing such a feat as getting him to smile. Celebratory moods made you do silly things.

His face was back to its far more common neutral expression by the time he left the locker room, though. Smiling hardly ever lasted long when he wasn't around family. Backpack secured over his shoulders, he made a quick trip to his locker to grab that history textbook he needed for his homework tonight.

Or that was the plan, anyway. He stopped briefly and frowned; that was the annoying guy he'd talked to on the network recently, just casually strolling the halls. "What are you doing here?"

Well if that isn't a familiar head of blonde hair. And not who he was expecting to see at this school. She'd said Starling, hadn't she? ...Not that he's going to protest.

"Is that who I think it is! Talk about a microscopic world ♪!" Walking over he waves. No, colloquialisms aren't his strong point. But he's got on one hell of a smile to make up for it! "Aren't you a little young for this school yet, miss~?"

Looking up from her phone, she seems a bit surprised to see the redhead. Still, she smiles back and waves, cell still in hand. "Wow, small world indeed!" Swinging her bag around to slip her phone into its holster, she closes the rest of the gap between the two. "I should say the same. Aren't you a little old for college?"

Zelos had seen the soccer game. It'd been pretty interesting! Not at all something he usually went to. But he'd been more concerned with finding those who might be members of the network than enjoying it. So some things were probably lost on him. At the end he'd narrowed his possibilities to a handful of choices and well. It looks like he hadn't been wrong.

"It's my day off! You don't think a soccer game is a fine way to spend it?" He smiles, but he does want to make triple certain he has who he thinks he does. Even if it's all, but confirmed. "Maybe this is just my sense of humor."

The reference should be clear, right? If their talk was as memorable as it was for him.

Depending on how much attention Zelos had actually paid to the game, he might realize that this was the kid who'd scored his team's first two goals. He was damn good at what he did.

He rolled his eyes. "Because it occurs to just anyone to drop by a middle-school soccer game. And I believe I told you that your sense of humour sucks."

Not in those exact words, of course, but yeah. He could double-speak, too. At least to a certain extent. And it wasn't so much that he found their conversation in particular to be memorable as that he just had a good memory in general.

"I teach here sometimes! ...But not right now, of course. I was actually looking for people!" Placing his hand on his hip he looks her over. Hmmm. Well this can only end in tears and sadness and maybe a lot of fun; they'd better get started. "Are you busy right now?"

She blinks a few times. "You, teach? I thought you were a performer." Still, she was amused at the concept. It was hard to picture him in front of a class, lecturing to young, budding minds. "Not really, just doing a bit of exploring. Why, what's up?"

Ah, perfect! So he does have the right person. His smile turns into a grin. "Always so harsh! Is that any way for a middle-schooler to speak?"

Before he can get an answer he holds up his hand in a sign to halt any reply. It's a joke, he doesn't need the tongue lashing. "I did say I wanted to know who I was dealing with. We can talk about Numbers things here or we can talk about them somewhere else."

Edited (clarittttty) 2013-11-12 07:05 (UTC)

"Owch. I'm many things! Star, performer, teacher, gentleman- I wouldn't be worth much if I was only good at one thing, now would I!" His phrasing is a little odd, but it escapes his notice or he'd amend it. Instead he looks around, thoughtful. "Ah... There's a cafe in the building over there. Want to get something to drink with me? It's not every day I run into one of our own."

Like he's not intentionally seeking anyone out, not at all. This is just a chance meeting...

She does happen to notice, but chooses not to draw attention to it. Still, what he said was true, it wasn't very often that she ran into another member of the Numbers. She smiles and nods. "Sure, that sounds fun. Lead the way, mister star-performer-teacher-gentleman."

"And you're quite the pupil of flattery! I really have to find out what they're teaching you elegant young ladies at Starling." It's clearly above the normal curriculum! Leading the short distance across the green he does hold the door open for her and even bows her through. He did say he was a gentleman! ..>Even if he uses it very, very rarely. He knows how. "Mademoiselles first ♪."

All that would have gotten him was an unamused look, really. Of course that was a way for middle-schoolers to speak. A lot of middle-schoolers were jerks.

He keeps on walking; he's got stuff to do and he's not going to slow it down for this guy. "Not talking about that stuff at school." Secrecy and all that, you know.

"Fair enough!" And half the response he was hoping for, now to try and wheedle out the rest. Dropping his hand he falls right into step behind Toushirou. "You know, I never did get your name. Is that a secret too?"

If it was going to result in a halfway serious discussion, he'd put up with Zelos hanging around. Not that he has the utmost faith that will be the case, but he can't exactly ditch the guy in a place with so many people around. Not when his method of doing that would involve using his abilities.

"Toushirou." Nevermind he doesn't really look like the ethnicity his name implies, what with those green eyes and blond hair.

Once he's got his locker open, he actually has to stand on his tiptoes to properly reach the book he needs. These lockers are designed with the height of the average twelve or thriteen year old in mind; being younger and smaller than that means that Toushirou has to put in a little extra effort sometimes.

She laughs a bit at that. "It's only what you yourself say you are." Gracefully half bowing herself, she passes over the threshold into the cafe. Somewhat typical fare for an establishment so close to campus, this one in particular seemed to be a bit more personal than just another chained franchise. Glass display fully stocked with baked goods boasted as 'baked fresh for you', according to the small chalk A board posted just in front of the register; just below that was a small list of soups and salads of the day. The soft whir of a coffee grinder blended seamlessly with the combination of music and low chatter that filled the small cafe.

Her eyebrows raised, she looked back toward the redhead, "Wow, I'm impressed," She complimented him. "Really good choice."

[[ooc: Miles goes by "Raven" on the network and tends to be secretive about his identity, but he did make a voice post a while ago! If Zelos went that far back in the network's archives, he may have noticed that one since it's Thunder Corp-related and it's a kid talking about it.]]

Miles tends to be one of those kinds of students to be one of the first to arrive and one of the last to leave, so even if class is over, and has been for a bit, he's still inside, rereading his notes and comparing them with Mr. Locke's writing up front.

But he's not prepared for some company, especially company as loud and as unexpected as some... man looking for his teacher, and he startles enough to drop his notebook.

Because seriously. What the heck.

He manages to recover enough to shoot a frown at the man. "Mr. Locke's class ended, so you're out of luck."

What the heck is some guy like this doing here anyway?

((OOC: Akito's shown himself on the network before, although he's got contacts today to hide his unnaturally blue eyes. He hasn't been too free about giving his name on the network, but he seems to enjoy playful banter while still intent on lending a hand where necessary. He's not gonna recognize Zelos right away.))

[Akito's heading home the minute school gets out, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Since his friends are all busy with their own stuff, he might as well just get back to his room and play some games while he watches the network, as usual. He doesn't even notice the star on his way to catch the bus.]

Edited 2013-11-12 17:15 (UTC)

"Oh really? Well that's just too bad! But maybe my luck's still in, hm?" Of course Mr. Locke's students are under his first suspicions. After all, they're how he found out old grumpypants's name was Mr. Locke! They seem to be delightfully careless on the network about things they shouldn't be.

Stepping into the room he closes the door behind him, casual as ever. Hmmm. "But you should be more careful!" Walking forward he picks up the notebook and offers it back with a strange smile. "A Numbers Club won't do you much good if you let yourself be caught alone."

((OOC: Kanti's said her actual name on the network several times, and a few people have seen her actual face on public video feeds on the network. It's common knowledge that she works at Starbucks, since she's got a co-worker or two on here. The obvious things about her interactions is that she's friendly, has weird hobbies, painfully sarcastic at times, and probably actually attached at the hips to Karson Valenti. The obvious things about her echos at this point in time is that she's probably a vampire.))

[Kanti isn't really dissatisfied with her job because that would require actually being satisfied with it in the first place. Mostly, she'd just glad that she has a steady means of getting money, which is great since it lets her do various hobby things and put money towards network things.

Still, she doesn't look all too happy to be working the machines in layered long-sleeves. It's not so much that it's hard, but the slight increase in temperature every time she has to steam milk isn't the most pleasant thing in the world.]

[ooc: The Dians have been very upfront about personal lives and work, used their full names every time they introduced themselves, and even advertised their antique store/occasional costume shop on the network.]

It's generally been a normal day for the Dians. A few people stopped by to see their wares, a few others wanted to get things appraised, and even more others came to complete transactions.

All in all, a pretty good day thus far.

Cinderella, who lives at 260 Saffron Way, in the stable in the two acres behind the big blue house - all directions which she provided with her and her good friend Mister Arthur's open invitation for a "barnyard party" on Labor Day - has just finished having her coat cleaned. As it's been going, little Linda and Michael Bell had come out, given her a usual washing and brushing - with particular focus on the little blue diamonds on her take that seem all the more increasingly unlikely to fade - finished up, and went back inside.

She feels a bit off-balance, after all that particular attention to one leg and on one side - but it's getting things over with. It's a thing she's used to enough that it's not a tedious process, and all told she enjoys it. That lack of balance aside, she takes a few faux-lightened steps over toward her stable, redirects herself, tosses her head and trots with her head held high along the fence to where that white cat whose name - if it's meant to have one, she does feel a little vexed every time the thought comes out that she has no clue what to call her by but "my cat friend" - she still doesn't know is also cleaning herself off.

Stations herself next to her. Turns her head to look at her. The cat pauses mid-lick. Returns that with a sideways look up at the horse, who turns closer to the cat. Flicks an ear. Tosses her head again - casually-jauntily. "Nice weather we're having..." she says. Light, dry, and idle.

[Aaron has made no secret of his identity over the network -- though it's been a while since his face or voice has appeared, he's used his real name and it's in the FAQ. The clinic really is a must-see for any member of the numbers club trying to get a handle on things.

If Zelos goes back far enough, he'll get the sense that Aaron Strider is a levelheaded man, running a charity clinic in the bad part of town. Not the friendliest or the most open, but he won't turn you away. Close friends with everyone who works there, but especially, it seems, Julen Sakazaki.

And if Zelos comes to the clinic, he's actually going to find Aaron smoking outside, a good thirty feet from the building.]

"Of course!" Letting the door slide closed behind him he steps up next to her. "Do I seem like the type who'd take you some place you'd ever disapprove of?"

Come now, surely she has to know something about him by now! Indicating for her to follow he weaves his way through the other patrons with plenty of ease, snagging them a vacated table by the window. Not that there's much to look at beyond the campus and the like, but it does good enough if people watching is your sort of thing. Zelos drops into one of the chairs without even waiting for her to sit-- the gentleman act gets boring after the first thirty seconds, what can he say. "It's on me! So tell me whatever your heart desires and I'll bring it back from the depths of the order line, hm ♥."

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This may call for an introduction [OPEN]

LCHS fooor anyone in Richard Locke's Chem Class

LCU area

At the middle school

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Locke City Academy

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A Starbucks (pick one there are probably like 20)

Something Old Antiques

The edge of a wealthy end of town.

[LSR Clinic]

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