lobsel vith and harry [incomplete]

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Who: Lobsel Vith and Harry Mason
Where Outside!
When: 8/25/07 [before "fickle" event ends]
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Summary: The only one that Harry can stand? Is Lobsel Vith. This means they're totally going to be buddies or something. Let's get some shoes.
the Story:

His mind still seems to... try to indicate that there's something wrong. But his feelings disagree completely.

Harry is completely convinced of his feelings. He doesn't find the will to question them.

That's why shooting a monster like Lisa didn't feel wrong. Why shunning and abandoning Alessa felt right.

Why he feels Lobsel Vith is the only one he can really, truly stand in this damned place.

He finds he's happier to get away from the mansion, go outside -- anywhere to get away from everyone else. So damned suffocating in there.

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Lobsel Vith smiles as he happily skips through the halls while singing out loud, "Rege Diabolical, rege melum." He didn't care if someone opposed his singing. If any stupid humans got in his way he'd blast them away with fire.

When he gets to the outside and spots Harry, he stops his singing, but not his skipping. He skips right up to Harry, and bows.

"Buddy!" Lobsel Vith grins happily.

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Harry laughs a little sheepishly. "You don't have to bow, you know. But I'm happy to see you, too."

It's a nice contrast to being around everyone else in the mansion.

"You seem to be pretty cheerful. I'm glad."

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Lobsel Vith grins and then pulls out a pack of cards out of thin air. "Lobsel Vith is always cheerful despite who he hates." the Yellow God says proudly, as he starts shuffling the cards.

"Want to play cards? Or shall we look at the stars like lovers do? <3" Lobsel said while smiling.

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Alessa liked playing cards.

Harry frowns a little. "I don't know. I don't mean to offend you, but can we do something else...?"

Stars? Well.

No harm in that.

He can't help but laugh a little at the lovers comment. "I think you're being too poetic, but all right."

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Lobsel Vith burns the cards away. "Looking at the stars it is then!" He smiles, and then races to a patch of fresh grass where he immediately flops down on his back.

"Hurry up, buddy! There's so many stars! Look! There's a constallation that looks like bunny rabbits!" Lobsel Vith points up at the sky at the stars.

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Harry is a bit less excitable -- but mostly because he feels much calmer now. Taking his time, he follows Lobsel Vith before he sits down onto the grass, staring up.

"Bunny rabbits?" he muses. "You're pretty imaginative, aren't you?"

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"Mother gave me a great imagination." Lobsel says sadly, but his mood lifts up immediately.

"What do you see Harry?" He asks grinning widely.

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"She did a good job," Harry comments. He does remember defying her. He regrets that, somehow.

"Me?" Harry rubs the back of his neck. "Well, I see the constellations I do know. I guess this isn't a very strong field of imagination for me, even as a writer."

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Lobsel beams, "Thankyou!"

"Ooh, I didn't know you were a writer! Tell me more, please? :>" Lobsel asks while smiling.

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"Oh, well... I write different things. I'm not very famous or anything." Harry looks embarrassed more than anything. "But I write some children's books, that's all. I got influence from... someone."

Someone he doesn't care much for anymore.

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"I'd like to read one sometime." Lobsel Vith states.

"We are only as famous as we allow ourselves to be." Lobsel muses while staring at the sky.

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"Well, maybe the mansion brought over my things. If not, I can always try to type it up again."

Harry raises a brow, confused at the expression... but eventually nods in agreement. "I think that's true. Being famous isn't important to me, anyway."

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Lobsel smiles. "So what else do you like to do?" he asks calmly looking at Harry in the eyes and smiling.

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"A lot of the things I used to enjoy were with my family. But I don't need them anymore." Harry is almost startled when he looks at the Yellow God in the eyes. It's a little more intense than he expects -- but this is a god, after all. "But I like doing a lot of. Um. The arts."

This makes it oddly harder to talk.