Varrick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dealsinshipping) wrote2014-01-04 08:45 pm
dealsinshipping) wrote2014-01-04 08:45 pm
02 | [Written]
[Christmas has come and gone, leaving Varrick a little disappointed. Sure, the late present he got from Santa was… nice... but it wasn’t at all what he was hoping for. Maybe the mistletoe tally was to blame. Maybe if he’d scored a few more points, he would’ve gotten the thing he’d put at the top of his list to Santa.
So as he sat on the wooden seat of his new canoe (which was actually his old canoe; he’d recognize those scratches anywhere) he made a personal note not to rely on Santa anymore. Of course, without Zhu Li around to put that note on paper, he’d forgotten about it within minutes and it took him a two additional days to remember what it was that he’d wanted to do.
Finally, on the 4th of January, he flips open his journal and starts writing in a loopy, cursive manner.]
Wanted: Personal assistant.
Requirements: Must be by my side at all times. Must know how to write and read. Must not question my authority. Must be able to follow commands at a second’s notice. Must have a good sense of fashion. Must be able to make tea. Must be able to move a canoe from a second floor apartment to the river. Massage skills preferable but not mandatory. Good singing voice preferable but not mandatory.
Payment for services will be delivered in the form of
[For the longest moment, Varrick has to think about how to continue that sentence. In fact, he spends so long pondering about it that he starts to absentmindedly scribble on the paper. Then, finally, he jots down:]
I’ll think of something later. Open to suggestions.
Sincerely,
Varrick
So as he sat on the wooden seat of his new canoe (which was actually his old canoe; he’d recognize those scratches anywhere) he made a personal note not to rely on Santa anymore. Of course, without Zhu Li around to put that note on paper, he’d forgotten about it within minutes and it took him a two additional days to remember what it was that he’d wanted to do.
Finally, on the 4th of January, he flips open his journal and starts writing in a loopy, cursive manner.]
Wanted: Personal assistant.
Requirements: Must be by my side at all times. Must know how to write and read. Must not question my authority. Must be able to follow commands at a second’s notice. Must have a good sense of fashion. Must be able to make tea. Must be able to move a canoe from a second floor apartment to the river. Massage skills preferable but not mandatory. Good singing voice preferable but not mandatory.
Payment for services will be delivered in the form of
[For the longest moment, Varrick has to think about how to continue that sentence. In fact, he spends so long pondering about it that he starts to absentmindedly scribble on the paper. Then, finally, he jots down:]
I’ll think of something later. Open to suggestions.
Sincerely,
Varrick
[Voice]
Alright! Good luck, kid!
[Voice -> Action]
[Of course, Lee... doesn't really have much in the way of tracking skills. So mostly he'll be running in random directions throughout the village, occasionally crying out Varrick's name to try to find him.]
[Action]
Whaaat?!
[Action]
At last! Varrick-san, is that truly you?
[Action]
Oh! Oh, right, it's that tracking kid. ...He's good.]
Oh, alright! You got me!
[Action]
Excellent! May I enter your room now, Varrick-san?
[Action]
[He pulls the window open all the way and stands back so Lee can clamber on in. He's not even going to question how the kid got up here in the first place. Apparently running along walls is a thing that some people here can do.]
[Action]
Tell me what tasks I may perform!