Bulletin Post: 01

[dovedive]

[ There was a new paper pinned to the bulletin board. The handwriting was very nice and cursive too. ]

Idle hands make fretful minds and who among us really wants to sit still? [Not him, that's for sure. He is losing his mind not having something to do.]

I am offering up my services to anyone who may be seeking help, from the small requests to the large ones. I'm fast; I'm strong; I can fly as well. Do you need something lifted or a book from a high shelf? I'll help with perfect precision.

If there's anyone you can count on to help, you can count on me, Nice. Have no fear~☆



- Nice
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[kallig]

[Nox's handwriting is... Sloppy is one word for it. Caught somewhere between 'researcher jotting down personal notes' and 'doctor writing prescriptions'. It's legible though. Barely.]

I suspect most of us want to do things on our own because of the aforementioned idleness.

The sitting around twiddling our thumbs part of this situation is quite unbearable.


That said, I won't say no thank you to some help getting books off of high shelves.
I do have my own set of powers that would let me just yank them down, but I'd rather not use mystical powers for my mundane needs all the time.

- Lord Nox

[dovedive]

So, you have mystical powers, huh? I've seen a lot of powersets in my life, but something like that is a bit new to me. I imagine using powers like that for mundane things would be pretty tiring after a while.

Say the word and the top shelf will be yours, Lord Nox.

- Nice
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[kallig]

The usage itself is fairly effortless but something about manipulating the energy that binds all living things together because a book happened to be sitting a bit too high up, you know?

Feels just a tad disrespectful.

Honestly I may also need help with any shelf above... Let's be generous say the third.

But I suppose my being pint-sized may be an unexpected boon for you since you won't be running out of work to do any time soon?

- Lord Nox

[dovedive]

I suppose in that regard, it'll make finding you a lot easier. I won't have to quietly shout through the library "Who's the one who needed a boost??"

Honestly, for agreeing I think you might be doing me more of a service than I am you.

Can I ask- if it's not prying, are you hoping to find something in these books or is it more like a healthy thirst of knowledge?

- Nice
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[awreck]

[ When Wreck comes across the advertisement on the bulletin board, he can tell it's from Nice by the handwriting alone. Even if he couldn't, it reads like such a stereotypical Treeman ad that it hurts.

Instead of giving the ad any attention, he instead combs through the living facilities to see if he can find Nice in person first. Given that Mr. Perfect is incapable of relaxing for two seconds, he tries for the "gym" first. ]

[kallig]

It also helps that I am blue. Makes me rather hard to miss.

I imagine we're all rather restless. I think looking for a healthy outlet for it is a good thing.


In all honesty, I suppose the reading is my own way of coping with being here.
Back home it is my job to collect the scattered knowledge of my people. Relics and writings lost over millennia waiting to be found and added back into our history.

Whatever knowledge lies within the books here isn't going to be that.
But it's close enough to a familiar activity and it keeps my mind occupied.

I fear that if I allow my mind to stay idle I may start walking backwards and speaking in tongues so whatever works, no?

- Lord Nox

[dovedive]

[ Wow Excuse you??? Lin Ling's the one that normally writes those ads, Don't compare him to him!!! Wreck would be absolutely correct where he might find Nice though. It was impossible for him to rest for too long. When Wreck enters the "gym" he'll find Nice doing some stretches on the floor with his journal nearby. ]

[awreck]

[ IT REEKS OF TREEMAN.

Wreck is surprised to find him so easily. On one hand, he's glad he still knows Nice well enough to track him down. On the other hand, he wishes Nice would have been in the dormitory and resting.

He lingers by the entrance, his attention caught by a pathetic 3kg weight before he can approach Nice. Someone did call this a gym, right? What's someone going to do with that? ]

[dovedive]

[ Blue, huh? It surprises him a little, and makes him all that more curious.]

I was a little curious if you might be a researcher of some kind. The way you write, it reminded me of the way some colleague of mine would write back home. That's a pretty important job... I'm sure a lot of people treasure your help back home. And if you're feeling as restless as me, there's no doubt those of us here will enjoy any findings you find as well.

Even if your findings only lead to unfinished poetry or fairy tales.

- Nice
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[dovedive]

[ It was quiet in the gym. Nice was the only one around at the moment. Nice stretched out is legs as far as he could then turned his head toward the doorway with a raised eyebrow. Somehow he could just feel someone staring at him, eyes on his back. ]

Did you come to lift some 'heavy weights'?

[awreck]

No. I came to talk to you.

[ Wreck plucks the sad little weight off the floor, then tosses it in the air. As it descends, he disrupts its appearance so that it looks stretched out and blocky, each jutting block varying in levels of height. After he catches the abomination, he unceremoniously tosses the weight toward Nice for him to catch. ]

[kallig]

The way I write or the actual sloppy handwriting?


I mostly consider myself a scholar and archaeologist if we're being technical about it.

Though individuals with my particular skill set are expected to fill many roles in the society I'm from- describing me as a religious leader and politician wouldn't be incorrect either. But I do like researcher quite a lot.


Is it correct of me to assume that your own role back home might have involved helping people?

Given that you appear to have a handy little catchphrase for it and everything?

- Lord Nox

[dovedive]

[ There was the tiniest of smiles forming on his lips when Wreck decides to change the weights sitting in the gym. Since he was facing him, he could easily catch the weight, turning it over in his hands a few times. ]

So your powers can still affect things like this, huh?

[awreck]

[ The weight takes on a rather glitchy appearance as Wreck approaches him, and a few seconds later the weight returns to its normal appearance. ]

I guess so. The best place I can test my powers is out in the Garden. If I do too much in here, I'll risk damaging the books, and I'd rather not find out what the consequences of that might be.

So? What are you up to? Hm?

[dovedive]

Don't worry, I've seen much worse.

[ So he was someone of great importance back home. He figured that must be so with the name "Lord Nox" but even through writing, this man seemed so calm. He never would have guessed it. ]

You would be assuming correctly. It's sort of a habit that isn't very easy to turn off, the catch phrase and posing I mean- not that you could see a pose, but regardless. Back home we have heroes and agencies that they work under and my agency is known to be a little cheesy.

- Nice
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[dovedive]

[ Nice makes a soft 'oomph' sort of sound when the weight returns to normal. He pulls out of his stretching form and rolls the weight off to the side so it was out of the way. ]

I'd say stretching, but the look on your face tells me you want some sort of specific answer.

[awreck]

Hey, I'm not Shang De. "Stretching" is fine.

[ Wreck glances off to the side briefly, as though mildly offended, but his expression soon shifts to one of thoughtfulness. ]

How did it go...? Mm... oh, right.

[ Wreck clears his throat, and digs down deep to his idol roots to give an energetic rendition of: ]

"If there's anyone you can count on to help, you can count on me, Nice. Have no fear~☆"

[ And then, because he can't not do it, he mimics Nice's signature double finger guns pose. ]

[dovedive]

[ The immediate way Nice's face heats up from Wreck's teasing. He pulled off the pose perfectly too! he really wished he didn't already discard the weight so he could throw it at him after that display. ]

People feel calmer with heroes around. It's basic knowledge you know.

[ he says that, but he didn't even say he was a hero in his advertisement. ]

[awreck]

That's true, but what's also true is that you're bored and listless. Which, for the record, is perfectly fine to feel.

[ Since Nice is weaponless, disregarding his superhuman strength, Wreck has the audacity to drape an arm around him. ]

Wanna take a walk?

[kallig]

Perhaps I should pencil in practice my penmanship to my suddenly very open schedule.


I understand.
'A life lived' and all that. I suspect I'd be hard pressed to turn off the researcher voice too.

Heroes contracted through agencies? That sounds equal parts fascinating and strange to me. May I ask how that works?


I can see why an agency might gravitate towards a little bit of cheesiness though.
Familiar to most and I'd imagine it does a lot to lower tension too.
Hard to get upset when someone just shot off a one-liner and struck a pose, hm?

- Lord Nox

[dovedive]

[ He was hesitant at first, almost afraid of his walls falling down. Wreck may be his nemesis, but he was also his closest friend and there was so much mess between them. Or maybe that's how Nice saw it as. It almost felt wrong to seek comfort after everything he's done. ]

A walk...? That might be nice...

[awreck]

[ Despite the thoughts that might be going on in Nice's mind, Wreck simply tilts his head a bit like a curious dog, a warm smile on his face. ]

Maybe we can go to the garden? The fresh air might do us some good. Although when I say "maybe" I really do mean maybe.

[dovedive]

It's a little difficult to explain without sending you papers worth of a reply, though it sounds like you might enjoy that.

But essentially having heros join with agencies help boost their power and popularity, but also helps keep them from going "rogue" so to speak.

Anything that can ease the tension and the worrying of the people no matter how cheesy it might be.

- Nice
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[dovedive]

[ That gets a tiny little snort out of Nice as he finally starts to stand up off the floor, tucking his journal under his arm. ]

Tell me about it. That door hates me.

[awreck]

That makes two of us.

[ He takes the opportunity to brush his hand against Nice's hair to mess it up, then casually walks back toward the exit of the so-called gym. ]

You know, X said he can ask doors in the Stacks very politely to let him go to a specific location, and the door lets him. Or something like that.