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DUONET ID: meryl.stryfe
"This is Meryl Stryfe. Sorry I missed you! If this is about a scoop, let me know a time and place and I'll meet you in person!

If not, then just leave me a message, I guess, and I'll get back to you!"

✉️ ☎️ 📷

Nightingale Suite, shortly after the shuffle!

Date: 2023-05-05 12:39 am (UTC)
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[This was appearing to be a pattern.

As if the injury of losing Lottie Person wasn't a foul enough blow, the insult comes in being shuffled into new quarters with zero warning. Suddenly her phone wouldn't swipe, and the house's (resoundingly creepy) gentle nudges into new directions leads her into the Nightingale Suite. It takes her several minutes of thin breaths and standing taut at the threshold before she's ready to enter.

Whoever was inside here, she's probably faced worse. Usually. Most likely. She was prepared for everyone to despise her at least, it was just whether she had to room with a complete psychopath.

What waits beyond is nothing more than a wee woman in a beret, hunched over several papers. Fukawa clutches her own bookbag tighter to her chest and glowers. She's writing? By hand, even? That's at least more promising than most dolts.]


Wh-who are you?

[Said as if she'd been walked in on, not the other way around. She hasn't taken more than two steps past the door.]

Date: 2023-05-05 10:25 pm (UTC)
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How c-could you introduce yourself when I wasn't even here yet?

[Worlds may vary and cultures may differ, but teenage petulance is universal.

Fukawa skulks inward. And it is skulking: her hunch and scuttle are better suited to slinking along lines of shadows than crossing open floor. She sets her books on a counter, tugging the hardcover tomes out and refolding the shopping bag for later use. She tucks it into a kitchen cabinet, tossing glares over at her new roommate.

"Meryl", was it? Or should she use "Stryfe"? What a foul thing to call yourself. Was it some edgy online persona was trying to slip into the waking world? If so, it's pathetic. This woman was way too old to be pulling that shit.]


F-Fukawa. [Said curtly. No honorifics used or given.] Not that you'll remember it. What mess are you making over there? S-some kind of grocery list?

Date: 2023-05-06 01:57 pm (UTC)
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[There's no "likewise". Just a dismissive grunt before she collects her books again, pressing them tight to her chest as she takes a cautionary step closer.]

Notes? [Her nose wrinkles.] Oh. Y-you're not a detective, are you?

[It's not that she despises her old classmate Kirigiri. It just that she was such a fucking show off. All those brains and not a lick of tact, always shoving herself into the spotlight, stealing her beloved Byakuya-sama's thunder.

Still...if there was someone who might prove useful in this situation...

She steps even closer.]


What do you have so far?

Date: 2023-05-08 12:47 am (UTC)
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A journalist? [Not quite so handy as a sleuth, but definitely not without use. She could have been stuck with another idiot clairvoyant or big-breasted swim jock.

At least she recognizes the invitation for what it is. Fukawa edges closer and peers at the meticulous scrawl. She's careful to keep a measured distance just the same, even if it means she has to squint. From here the spine of her books peek over the folds of her sleeve: No Longer Human, Osamu Dazai, The House of Spirits, Isabelle Allende, The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough, and two slimmer paperbacks about Crane City itself.]


Hmm... [Her lips begin to twitch, mouthing the words Meryl's committed to paper. Her brow furrows suddenly.]

Water? Worms? [She looks at her curiously.] Th-there was all kinds of worms on the sidewalk after it rained last month. What kind of half-baked observation is that?

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🌼 delivery

Date: 2023-05-11 01:37 am (UTC)
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[ Wolfwood still has no clue that the flowers that Meryl sent him were passive aggressive, but he doesn't want her to lord the fact that she sent flowers over him, so he decides to return the favour to even out the ledger.

He doesn't look up the meanings of the flowers, pulling together some canterbury bells, cornflowers and white roses.

It just comes with his name on it, and no message. You're welcome!! ]

Date: 2023-05-11 02:12 am (UTC)
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[ meryl is so aggressive

wolfwood doesn't help by just texting back with, ]
what

[ ??? ]

Date: 2023-05-11 02:18 am (UTC)
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they have meanings?

[ hello? ]

Date: 2023-05-11 02:28 am (UTC)
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[ ...? ]

so the ones you sent me had meanings?

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🌷 at the garden

Date: 2023-05-16 01:05 am (UTC)
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[ While Wolfwood hasn't made any real effort to socialize or make friends or speak to people in general, he can't say that he hasn't been enjoying the opportunity to wander Crane City (and Avisile, when it's not in shambles). Nearly everything in the city is something he's never seen before, and while it can be overwhelming, it's exciting at the same time.

It's been a long time since he's been excited about anything.

He's in one of the botanical gardens in the city, hands tucked into his pockets and enjoying the vibrant colours and sweet smells. It's not his first visit, but he hasn't gotten tired of it yet.

And he's not entirely surprising to see Meryl there either—well, maybe a little. It's late into the evening; the sky more inky black than golden.

He lets himself drift over to where she's standing, tucking his lollipop against his cheek before he speaks, ]
More research for your flowergrams?

Date: 2023-05-18 01:53 am (UTC)
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[ He's not entirely surprised by that answer. Of all the technological marvels that existed in this world, Wolfwood was most fascinated by the abundance of water first, and the variety of plant life second. His phone was full of the pictures he'd taken of trees, flowers and grass. So while he hadn't gone as far as to try and raise his own, he could understand the sentiment.

He's here too, after all, in the dead of night. ]


You always do your research during hours that'll make you go blind? [ Says Wolfwood, standing there and wearing sunglasses at night.

Tugging his pants up, he crouches down next to her, nosily peering at her notebook and not bothering to hide his interest. ]
Edited Date: 2023-05-18 01:54 am (UTC)

Date: 2023-05-18 02:55 am (UTC)
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[ He lifts a brow behind said glasses when she calls him out, mildly surprised. Instead of answering honestly—that he's just so used to them it feels weird not to have them on—he smiles at her, full of mischief. ]

What's the matter? Hopin' to get a chance to gaze into my eyes?

[ What Happened Under The Tree was terrible and should be forgotten, except in moments that he wants to lord it over her.

He's hoping to get a reaction of her, maybe flustering or maybe denial, and tries to pluck the notebook from her grasp while she's distracted, leaning back enough until he's no longer crouched, falling onto his butt. ]


What's your research tell you anyway? That plants need—what is it—oxygen, water and sunlight to grow?

Date: 2023-05-23 04:28 pm (UTC)
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[ Thankfully Meryl is mature enough to try and keep this conversation productive, whereas Wolfwood would be content for them to poke at each other all night. It's not malicious at least, despite the suffering that he's inevitably caused her, a smile on his face and a beat of happiness that he hasn't yet thought to beat back so that he can return to his usual sullen demeanour.

He's curious about her notes too, not having stolen them just to antagonize her.

And, just to be annoying, he plucks his glasses off so that he can read what she's written, squinting at her handwriting and diagrams. ]


Cacti? [ ???

Wait, people need different amounts of water? He blinks, supposing that makes sense. The amount of water that Wolfwood drinks would probably drown Meryl's little body. ]

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sometime in May, extremely begrudgingly

Date: 2023-05-19 05:32 am (UTC)
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[Maybe half an hour after this fiasco has concluded, Fukawa exits her room, hauls the vase to Meryl's door, rings the bell, and dashes away.

Meryl will find a nice bouquet! The original note is rumpled beyond reason. Almost as if crushed in a fit of fury. There's a newer note as well, ripped clumsily from a lined sheet of paper. In a neat but sharply foreboding scrawl:

These are for you.

Tell Vash to stop huffing pollen and learn to read.

- Fukawa.



Do NOT contact her after this.]