smash_logs | merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

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merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 14th - January 1st
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Sloppy makeouts.

SUDDENLY, AND WITHOUT WARNING...

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The entire school has become covered in mistletoe overnight. It grows out of the walls! The ceilings! Everywhere you least expect it? HOW CAN THIS BE??

It's probably best not to think about it. Attempts to uproot the plants or burn them away only makes the plants grow back faster. For the time being, it seems the school must live with it.

[OOC INSTRUCTIONS:
+ Post dudes, get kisses!
+ Some (NOT ALL) plants are cursed. If you manage to step under a cursed plant, you will exchange a memory when or if you exchange a kiss. The memories will be first-person and very vivid, and characters will feel like they are experiencing the memory in real time, though in reality the transfer is instantaneous. Memories can be as short, long, happy, sad, or traumatic as you like.
+ If you'd like to participate, we highly suggest making a list of a few memories (with accompanying links/descriptions) that are up for grabs, and linking or posting the list in your top-level comment. Memory exchange is COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. When in doubt, OOC communication!
+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG YOUR CHARACTERS
+ That's it, we love you.]

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He took it better than she expected him. It was a nicer thing to be greeted with instead of someone like Phoenix flipping his shit. Voile had to appreciate that, but to be fair, Knuckles had always seemed like a pretty easy going guy. It was nice to see a similarity there instead of some grand difference. It made her feel like she still knew him. At least a little, anyway.

She shook her head at him. "No. Of course not. It's nothing you need to be worried about. I do my best not to pry." Sort of. That wasn't as true as she wanted it to be. Kind of. Part of her wanted it to be true. The other part really didn't care that much. "Try to keep that between us, though. Most of the academy knows I'm an empath, but I don't really discuss what the extent of that is. The other you didn't have too much of a problem with it, so I hope it won't be too troublesome to you."

"Troublesome? Why would it be?" He replied, looking at her quizzically. "Like you said, you try not to pry and you were hatched this way. It's who you are. I got no problem with that. If I seemed worried it's just because I don't wanna make a jerk of myself by feeling somethin' stupid. That's on me, though. Not you."

"You sound like another friend of mine," Voile managed to let loose a laugh. "He just told me some days ago that he was afraid of feeling too much around me." She found herself shaking her head once more. "I am not some delicate little flower. If anyone can handle emotional sentiment, it's me. In fact, I can probably handle it better than anyone else here at the academy."

She gave a shrug of the shoulders as she continued, "To be fair, people get a little weirded out when they hear about my abilities, so I prefer to keep them to myself. If possible."

"Hey, I'm not gonna run around talking to people about it. Your stuff is safe with me."

He wasn't loose lipped - for all his many and varied other foibles, he wasn't a gossip.

"I'm not weirded out. I'm just... Y'know. No-one likes making a jerk of themselves. I'm not always in control of what I'm feeling. I wouldn't want you to think badly of me because of what I'm feeling at any given moment. But I guess if you and the Other Me were so close, you probably know This Me well enough that you know all about what I'm feeling when you're around. If that... makes any sense."

He scratched at the back of his head with a knuckle and shrugged, a little red faced.

You'd be surprised, she wanted to argue. I've known plenty of people who don't care what others think.

Voile found herself nodding instead, more than a little reassured by his response. He wasn't worried about her or what she could (and most likely would) do. He was concerned about how he portrayed himself in front of her. To save his own skin. To save himself any potential embarrassment.

"There are connections between you from now and the you from before," the Gardevoir admitted gently. "But you are two still completely different individuals." It will take me time to remind myself of that. "While I feel a great sense of familiarity, it may be more my own feelings that cause it. True, however, that even being different people, at the core, both Knuckles were the same. Consequently, I will already have a better understanding of you than most people here would."

She smiled and reached over to pat him on the head. "Just don't worry too much. I only ever want you to be yourself. Even if you get tongue-tied or flustered. Believe it or not, but it's all pretty charming and I know something about charm."

"Really? I'm standing here red faced and trippin' over my own tongue and that's charming?" he asked, more than a little surprised. "I woulda figured that'd just make me look kinda lame."

You know. Lame like the kind of guy who's only ever met like five girls before moving to this school, four of which he'd fought or raced and one of which who was six years old.

"I'll take your word for it. You probably DO know more about charm than I do."

She was probably the most charming person he'd met in his short little Echidna-ey life.

"Lame?" she parroted, as if she almost couldn't believe it. He thought he looked lame. What were men thinking women were looking for anyway? For all that she could get into a man's head to find the 'what,' discovering the 'why' was still a concept that oft eluded her.

Voile shook her head with a laugh, "In the way that some boys like sweet and good girls. There are some boys who like rough and tumble girls. The same goes vice versa. Some girls like guys who are extremely tough and coarse around the edges. Some girls like guys who are suave and debonair. Some girls like guys that trip over themselves."

Lifting her shoulders in a shrug, the Gardevoir continued, "Whatever it is. It's almost like a compliment. I mean, the behaviour. If someone's acting tough or impressive or shy, it's because they're influenced by an outside force. If you get nervous around me, I assume it's because you hold my company in high esteem. There's no better compliment to be paid."

"Oh? Oh. I mean, well, yeah. I definitely hold your company in high esteem."

Wait, was she saying she LIKED guys who stumbled over their words and blushed as red as tomatoes and found it hard to assemble a sentence? That seemed an odd standard for attractiveness but then again, his only crush so far had been a girl who stole his life's work and tricked him several times into doing her grunt work. Maybe he was just a masochist, and in which case, who was he to judge.

"Well, I mean, if you like guys who trip over themselves, I guess it all works out. Heh!"

"I like all different kinds of guys," Voile admitted with some thought.

She pulled a face in thought as she went through her list of different guys she'd admired for this, that, or the other reason. And in some cases, she had to admit that she must have been a glutton for punishment as well. Some of the guys in her history were just no good for her and she'd known it and gone and done it anyway. Meaning, she'd probably deserved what she endured, after all.

"I was pretty sure I didn't have to be restricted to one type. Confident guys. Bashful guys. Cool guys. Not-so-good guys. Really good guys. I guess my liking is a bit unconditional."

"Fair enough. I guess I don't really have a 'type' or even 'types'."

He shrugged. Out of the girls he'd met so far, there wasn't enough correlation to assemble a type. Except that two of them were purple. ~~And had the same voice actress.~~

Then again, he probably did have a 'type' that he just didn't know about yet. The Other Him had enough of an idea of what he liked that he wound up married. Married to a girl who had been born as a walking talking mushroom. So there was a thing. Though, the Other Him had been able to become a Human, to...

"I guess that stuff comes with, uh. Y'know. Time. Experience."

Needing more than two hands to count the number of ladies you knew on a first name basis.

She nodded slowly, "Time and experience. That probably is the best way to put it. Hard for you to get experience if you're always tripping over your tongue, though. It's cute, but you should probably work on that."

Voile patted him on the head with a grand smile, "It's a good thing you've got my company, right? I'll help you with everything you need."

"I'm tryin' to work on it. Hey, I'm getting a little better with you at least, right? You just understood everything I just said, didn't you?"

Yeah. But she isn't touching you right now, Knuckles. That would make a difference.

"I appreciate you offering to help me like that. I'll take you up on it." Which wasn't something the Echidna would normally do. He wasn't usually interested in getting help. But, if it meant spending more time with her? Oh, he could set aside his pride, just a little bit.

She nodded. Not necessarily because his words explained him well, but rather because empathy and telepathy were able to fill in the holes for her. It was cheating, but somehow that didn't matter too much in the present, whereas years before it probably would have been a bit of a no-no.

Voile maintained a sly little smile, as if she had an ulterior motive, which surprisingly, she did not. "That's what friends are for. It's hard to rebuild what we missed out on if we're not helping one another. And luckily for you, I have plenty of things planned for the future that you can help me out with in return, and they ought to be much easier."

"Hey, whatever you need, I'll help. I got strength and time to spare - Especially if you need me to move heavy stuff around!"

That was kind of his specialty. That and smashing giant rocks and punching down walls and.... well. He wasn't sure he could see many scenarios where a gentle girl like her needed things broken like that.

"I got your back!"

"That is precisely what I will need you for."

Voile nodded in a matter-of-fact fashion before she continued. "You see, I operate and host contests—akin to pageants—and what is referred to as a host club. In setting up for shows, I certainly do need the manpower."

It helped that the Knuckles from before had been good at it, so she knew very well what he was capable of.

"Awesome! I got you covered - whatever you need moved, I'll move it in a flash!"

This was more familiar territory for him and his confidence was coming back in waves. Kissing? Total novice. Inexperienced, embarrassed, likely to blush and be an idiot about it for a while yet. Shifting heavy junk? He was the King, baby.

"You point it out, tell me where you want it, and I'll get it there. No fuss, no muss. I'm your guy."

She nodded as she heard him, thinking she'd heard the exact same words a year ago, two years ago, three years ago, and so on and so forth. Basically, perhaps for five years she'd heard it. Around there. Never mind the time off she took away from the academy and from Knuckles.

"I can do that," she reassured him with a smile. "You have no need to sell me on it. I already know what you're capable of. I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't known."

"Oh! Heh. Sorry... force of habit, I guess."

Hey, he wasn't to know what Other Him had said about everything. He could probably make a pretty good guess, but he wouldn't know for sure.

"What else did He used to help you with?"

She shook her head at him, not at all turned by his need for reassurance. She liked him as he was and that was all she personally needed to know.

Voile quieted as she thought about her history with Knuckles. Truth be told, the echidna had always made himself available for her. If she needed him, and most of the time she'd been too independent. But he'd been her support through a variety of sorrows and losses.

"Hm... Once there was a blackout. A couple of years ago. The entire ground of the academy lost power and he called me, came to my room, and kept me company until I fell asleep." She chortled as she continued. "Basically, any time I needed him he was there. He was a good friend and incredibly reliable. So I know that you will be both a good friend and incredibly reliable."

"Really? Wow. That's real nice of him. I mean, I'd do the same thing, if you wanted me to. I don't mind the dark - Comes from diggin' around in caves and old ruins, I guess. At least there's no ghosts, here!"

...he had yet to learn about ghost Pokémon.

Even as she heard him, she couldn't stop herself from giving a sly smile. He really didn't know in the slightest. And in that respect, she was a bit relieved for once that he wasn't the echidna from before. Otherwise, he would have taken one look at her and Warren and quickly stomped his foot down.

Not that she would have listened, of course.

"Untrue," she corrected him gently. "The drama instructor is an apparition of some form. Madame Flurrie is her name. I like her, though. And one of the... students is a ghost as well. He is fine as well." An outright lie, sort of. A lie to anyone else, but nothing short of the truth to her.

"....oh."

That idea was going to take a little getting used to, frankly. Ghosts, where he was from, never meant anything good.

"Well. If you're OK with 'em, that's.... fine. I mean, it's fine. I'll be fine."

Ghosts. Why'd it have to be ghosts?

She chortled softly and shook her head at him. "Don't worry, Knuckles. I won't let anything happen to you. As long as you don't do anything idiotic, chances are I'll be able to talk—" Manipulate. "—you out of any trouble you might get yourself into. Oddly enough, I'm good at doing things like that."

It must have been that empathic and telepathic charm of hers.

Must have been.

"Good, because where I'm from, even my hardest punches only make ghosts go away for a short time. And you can't reason with 'em, either."

Which order he'd tried those two options in was anyone's guess.

"You won't have to concern about that," Voile reassured him. "I promise. Of course, I can't promise that if anything happens to me. So you should probably keep me safe. You see, I don't have any physical power. If I were to fight someone, I'd lose, and badly. Mind you, I'm friendly to everyone, so I shouldn't have any enemies, but some people here don't need a reason to hurt anyone."

Eggman.
The guy who was responsible for killing the Kraken.
Cyrus, who wasn't there any longer.
Warren, who didn't seem to have any plans of repeating the past.

Basically, there were some bad eggs, but those were everywhere.

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