A Secret Within a Cookie [Telos]

"Hello? Is this the Bryce Family house? I'm the friend of your son, Zavie, here to see him!" Takeru said as he walked Into the house.

"I'm a friend of your son, Zavie. We met while he was working here once. I believe he told you I was coning...?" He asked her. "You can ask him yourself if you like." He said.

"No!" Takeru said, genuinely horrified at the possibility.
Hopefully, that wasn't his doing.... hopefully.
"My name is Takeru Kagemaru, and I just wanted to help him review some of his vocabulary. That's why I brought this!" He said, pulling out a pocket-sized dictionary from his bag to prove the point.

He then began to explain the circumstances behind their first meeting to provide context as to how the whole mess started. The game, and all.

OOC note:

"Alright, then. Sorry for bothering you." I say to the woman, and proceed to walk out the door outside.
Although the first word in her statement asking me to leave is "I'd" the contraction form of "I would", there are probably multiple ways that could be interpreted, and some of them are not so good. Especially with her being so unreasonable as to not even trying to check with her own child. That, and other things about her make me want to object, but I don't really have much of an option but to comply. If I get banned from here, mom is going to throw a fit.

Which means it's time for plan B.

"I hope it's the plan B that isn't the one where you do something extremely stupid and risky, like trying to enter through the fire escape. Or yell for Zavie from outside. You'd end up just wasting your time, and probably are going to get trouble for your efforts." Twelve snarks.

I could probably object to Twelve's remarks on pretty valid grounds, considering he's done the same, but seeing as how he's a part of me (or at least, technically, the manifestation of different parts of me), it might be the (or at least, one part is) part of me that has common sense.
Which means I should eliminate the ones he said for now.

Okay, now I need to think. Seeing as Zavie is most likely upstairs, I need to get his attention. But how...?
Okay, think. What do I have?
Inside my bag, I have some paper, a few pencils, that dictionary, a eraser, some notebooks and study material...
Wait. Paper.
That's it.

"You're going to throw a paper airplane with a note inside his room? Are you even certain any of the windows are open? Or, for that matter, the window you need to find? Amongst the many other problems with that plan as well?" Twelve remarks almost immediately.

I tell him to quiet. Sure, I know there are so many holes in this plan that rely on sheer luck. Truth be told, i'm kind of uncomfortable with that fact, yeah.
But hey, i've been feeling lucky lately.
And if I can kill a demon like Eligor in one shot, a feat of supreme luck, how hard can something like this be?

That being thought, I immediately start folding the airplane at the nearest bench, careful to make sure Zavie's mother can't see me anymore. Last thing I need is her getting infuriated enough to do something i'm going to regret getting hit with on a figurative (and/or literal) level. On the airplane, I write on it "Zavie, i'm outside. Your mother won't let me see you for some reason. Could you please do something about that?" I make several of these as back-ups, and once i'm done, I start examining the building's second floor, counting the windows as I walk around it.

I count at least seven windows on the second floor, and I think at least two of them are open. The one closest to the main road on the left on the front, and the one on the left wall it connects to, to be precise. They both belong to the same room, more than likely, so I take aim at the one in front, the one closest to me.

Even better, I couldn't ask for a better opportunity. I see some people (customers, no doubt) walk in.
Good.
I figure that gives me enough time to work with while she's distracted.

So I take aim, and throw one as hard as I can towards the window. I never was the best at this, originally, but in eighth grade, I did a presentation in science class on these beauties (it was to demonstrate aerodynamics, I got an A+ for that one), and to assist me, I learned how to fold (and effectively throw) these things.
My good dexterity helps too, 'cause the first one lands right inside the room, sailing in there.

Now comes the hard part: waiting.
I'll give him about five minutes, then try another window, wait another five minutes, and repeat. Unless she notices me. If she does, i'll cease temporarily until she quits watching me, then start again.

Because while it's a unsafe assumption to think that if you can't see them, they can't see you, it is a safe assumption to assume that if you can see them, so can they. Usually.

At the moment, I have a one in seven possibility (i'd say two in seven, or one in six, but those are based on the assumption that the two windows I thought were open being connected to the same room, so...) of being right.

Let's see if this works. What's behind window number 1?

I watch the ensuring events unfold. The old man that comes out is one thing, and the thing with his wife triggers an immediate response.
"You know, in the spirit of trying to explain things, and for the record, i'm sorry old man, but i'm not after your wife. I respectfully apologize for this huge misunderstanding." I say, bowing politely.

That, and I have my eye on a different girl, one much more closer to my age group.
Then I saw Zavie's mother come out, and start yelling, drawing an even bigger crowd.... and try to start a gambling enterprise.

I immediately tell Twelve to not even say a word for this one. Mostly because i'm too damned pissed at all this.
Frankly, I could just scream, but since i'm out in public... well... this isn't gonna end well.
Man... just my luck, eh?

Well, that, and because of all this, i'm in a very awkward situation:

If I run, there will be trouble. I have a feeling that old man will hunt me down to the ends of the Earth if he has to. If I try to win through brute force, i'm going to be seriously injured, and someone's gonna call the cops on me. If I lose or surrender, i'm going to be at their mercy (something that I don't think is exactly good). I'm also not equipped with the things to deal with this, and while I could take an Indiana Jones 'I-don't-have-time-for-this' solution (a.k.a shoot him), i'd rather not because that would REALLY be asking for trouble.
....
Oh, what the heck.
"I surrender, old man. I'm not going to injure some old person like you over a misunderstanding blown out of proportion like this. Did you even read the paper airplane, and your wife's name happens to be Zavie as well, in which case, I hope for your understanding, the Zavie i'm looking for is a boy, you see, or is this the result of something else?" I asked the old couple.

Man... I should have just quit back then while I was only slightly behind. Now look at all this. Surrendering now was really the only thing I could do. Screw pride, man. I just wanna get rid of this BS.

If I didn't know better, i'd- no. Don't even think that. No. That would be like waving a huge, red flag in front of the bull that is Fate...

Oh... boy. The old man didn't believe me. And judging from Zavie's mother's reaction, she's behind all this.
Oh, flywheels. This is ridiculous. I'm not even going to try to fight back, I'm just going to take my punishment like a man.
"Do your worst. I'm not going to fight you over a misunderstanding like this. I surrender, and apologize greatly for accidently insulting your wife and causing this mess" I say, setting my bag and glasses off to the side with the stick, out of harms way.
I then bow in a groveling fashion.
"I am no match for you anyway, loath as I am to admit it. Do what you will. I'm not going to struggle in any way. Just get it over with." I say, repeating myself to get the message across.

Takeru winced at the blow. It hurt, but that was all.
He did the best he could with his circumstances, in his opinion.
So he ignored the crowd and Zavie's mother. Who were they to talk about honor?
It was probably her fault anyways.
So he walked off, slightly disenheartened, but still with a feeling like he did the right thing.
... right?
Exit. Sanity Levels: 75%.