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Who: Bill Cipher and YOU!
What: Graffiti, Cafe chats, and any prompt you throw my way
When: The week before Fairy Trial is set to air
Where: Various Places Around Vista City
Warnings: N/A Just Captain Crazy Pant's ranting

Haru was gone. Bill had known it for a while, if he was being honest with himself. Even if the girl had only now gotten the physical boot, his band mate's mind had been gone long before, ever since she returned from her absence. There was a feeling there, something nagging at the back of his skull, but it wasn't just sympathy, remorse, or mere anger.

It was disappointment. Why were people so insistent on following the rules? Didn't they see it made no difference! If Haru and Bolin hadn't been so well behaved, they wouldn't be gone now. This world was determined to run in its own stupid circle. Well not him.

If this world wanted to burn itself so badly, HE would do the burning. It was now or never! Time to take chances. Time to DO something. Vandalism in Progress needed to go back their roots, and Bill knew just how to it. It was time to bend some rules...

OOC: Various catchall prompts open to all! As always, remember Bill does have a regain of Omniscience, if you would like to trigger any memories!

EDIT: HEY GUYS just a heads up in case you are not following me on plurk; I am currently without a computer so tagging has been sporadic to say the least. Now that I have AC done I'll try and get to a coffee shop this weekend. Thank you all for being so patient, I am super psyched to get to your tags!

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"There you are, bout time you showed up."

Despite the wording, there isn't a trace of annoyance on Bill's face. He sits in a laid back position at a cafe booth, a milkshake with a silly straw on the table in front of him; all of which might paint a perfectly normal picture-- aside from the fact that this shop doesn't actually sell drinks with silly straws, and that Bill doesn't seem to care who he is speaking to; be it the waitstaff, a friend, or complete stranger.

"So, whatcha plan on getting?"

Someone is supposed to join him, he is aware of that much. Whether anyone actually made plans to or he is simply going to rope them into the situation? Well, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

Edited 2016-03-29 22:48 (UTC)

It was sometime after daily practice in Virgo that made Oscar decide to go get some tea or a latte. He's practice clothes hanging fairly loose on him. He was minding his own business until he hears a singular voice call out to him.

Bill Cipher, an unusual Virgo artist, to say the least. He's heard various rumors from fellow dancers and rescuers, some ridiculous and some just plain disturbing. But he's probably the type that doesn't like to be ignored, so he humors him.

"Tea... or a latte."

Bill fixes the answering stranger an easy smile. Whaddiya know, worked like a charm!

"Just the simple stuff, huh? Go big or go home, I say!"

He takes a moment to note the stranger's clothes. Definitely another muscian; nothing stageworthy no, but it certainly wasn't one of those' incognito' disguises Greg threw on- not like they fooled anybody.

"Not like it'll impede your practice any."

What's the point in being healthy? He abused his body every day and it was fine!

Well not exactly a musician. He's one that assists. He's a dancer.

"I see your taste for the... over the top." The crazy straw... the gaudy clothing, he even wonders if Bill's drink is extra specific.

"I want to remain perfect."

A blink.

"Remain perfect."

Implying this guy thinks he already is perfect. He chews the words as if they have actual flavor, glancing the newcomer up and down with an air of disinterest.

"And this is what you consider perfection, is it?"

By the look on his face he isn't quite convinced.

And Oscar senses what Bill may be thinking. "...It's not like that! I don't think I'm perfect, but I don't wish to ruin my skills. If that makes any sense."

NOPE Too late, no take-backsies, friend!

"Heyyyy, your words not mine! So you've got a giant ego; big deal, who doesn't in this industry? Journalists eat that stuff up."

"But I'm not..." The poor kid.

Rei hadn't quite known what to expect when Bill had asked her to meet him for drinks. He was an odd one, and despite the awkward warning bells that chimed in the back of her head she liked him. Maybe it was because they were stuck in a similar situation, maybe it was because on some level she knew that her space ladies could deal with the worst Bill Cipher might have to offer, or maybe it was just because of his snappy wit. Hard to say, really.

What was easy was sitting down and replying with...half to Bill and half to the very confused waiter.

"Cherry tea, and you can leave the blossoms in."

With that taken care of, she folded hands in front of her and smiled genially at the fellow Virgo artist.

"How are you today, Bill? I hope I wasn't terribly behind schedule."

Bill waves it off, and rests his chin on his elbow, grinning one of his toothy trademark smiles in return.

"EH, SCHEDULE, SCHMEDULE! Time's never done any favors for me; I don't see why we should bother following its rules outside of gigs."

It still strikes him as bizarre that out of all Virgo's artists, the members of Flower of Bones are the people he seems to have struck a chord the most with; guess you couldn't judge a book by its cover-- or a band's culture by their music.

While he had asked Rei to meet him, he hadn't gotten enough of a handle on the other musican to know for sure if she really would. A knowing inkling in his mind told him it was important to come out today regardless, but it's rather pleasant the reason appears to be one he orchestrated.

"And I'm doing just DANDY! Granted I haven't been in the papers much; how many supernatural creatures are you this week?"

Rei can't help but smile at Bill's question, laughing brightly and pulling out two different tabloids. She likes to save them, for various reasons, and these have some rather ticklish titles. They were both ridiculous though, and she just has to share.

"Well apparently I'm a witch in this one, out to turn every young girl in Americana into a sexual deviant because I kissed a girl as a part of a stage show. And then I'm also some sort of soul-stealing succubus out to seduce men or something."

And at the very notion, she lets out a stuttering little giggle, pulling out a third article.

"And in this I'm an LGBT heroine for kissing Di on stage. So, I don't even know. But I know I have a date next week, and I know I got a lot of publicity for that. And I know too, that I had a great time."

“ATTA GIRL, SISTER! Way to corrupt the masses! Keep this up and you’ll be giving me a run for MY title.”

Her forethought to actually bring said articles is much appreciated, and Bill pours over them in glee, half sipping his drink with the crooked curve of his smile. It's subtle, but he makes eye content, serious, just for a moment.

“Maybe you really DO have some kind of supernatural talent..."

Before shifting back to his jovial tune.

"But hey, if you get a movie deal out of it, just keep in mind you want it to be BETTER than the usual kind we watch."

Don't think she doesn't notice that glance, Bill. Her eyes flash, not with anger or even surprise but rather with understanding. She knows that he suspects something, and why shouldn't he? Strange things are going on, and he's most definitely someone she thinks might have a clue. Might really get it.

"Maybe I do..." she answers, taking a surreptitious glance around the entire room. Nobody seemed to be paying attention, so she reached down and twisted up a napkin. Willing power into her fingertips, she set the little strip of paper ablaze, and then quickly doused it in a water cup.

"And I don't think I'm the only one, Bill."

With that said, she covers up the serious turn with a gentle laugh and a nod.

"And if I end up in a movie deal, I won't be signing onto anything that has foam costumes down in the budget. I expect at least rubber monster suits!"

Shin was just here to grab some coffee to fuel him through the next recording session. He's still got plenty of time before he has to be back in the studio, at least. That isn't why he stops, though. He's really just that confused about the man's comment. He turns, rather confused, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Said, 'do you know what you're getting yet?'."

Bill repeats, preening even sparing the poor stranger a glance. Hellooooo victim number 2! Let's see how long he can fake an existing friendship.

"This IS a cafe, people usually are here to order something. Really, gotta get with the program sometime, buddy! SO! Ya gonna take a load off or what?"

After meeting Dazai Shin's decided to just roll with things. Screw it.

He sits down, "Probably black coffee. Do you recommend anything else?"

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YAY SHIN! so sorry for the hold up; my comp. died and I've been stuck in limbo from it ;__;

This seems to be the year of horrible comp deaths