Out-and-about log for Avitus (perpetually OPEN!)

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Who: Avitus (OC) and OPEN TO ANYONE! (this means you! :))
Where: All over Hinoto-Ri (except not Taurus.)
When: Date: Whenever! Backdated in a hand-wavey way, plus open perpetually until further notice, because why not. THERE IS NO SUCH THING as being late here.
   Time: Just about any time of day or night! Just... not during the 13th hour; he's too chicken to go out then, and he's not a fighter.
Summary: Open log post for Avitus with various prompts. You can pick one, or write your own! Throw people at him?
Warnings: None at first. (TL;DR for so many scenarios?)
Style: Whatever flies!

★ Libra ★

★ He's in apartment 11-07 living in Aoi's mansion now. Though it's usually pretty quiet from in there, if your character is near enough his window, you might hear something curious. Those birds that've been singing/chirping/making sounds all morning/day/evening long? They've finally gotten on his nerves. And he's telling them off; something about letting her make up her own mind and shutting up about the stupid food, and how there's more down below. Will they shut up if he goes and gets them some bread or fruit or something? Because he will, he swears, now please shut up! he's trying to work (or sleep?) and they're making it impossible!

...yeah, he's telling off birds as though he understands what they're singing about. (Maybe he does?)

★ Library ★

★ He might be browsing through the books, carefully pulling one out and handling it gently, as though it were truly something precious, as he takes a peek through its pages. The book is likely one on art, on architecture, on photography, something like that, or from the fiction section's novels, or even the children's books. Or a book on history, perhaps. His interests range.

★ ...or perhaps he's found a book of sheet music, and is, like someone who reads aloud to themselves in a barely-audible whisper, singing -- whistling? humming? -- the notes to himself. Possibly on the wrong octave, or with the notes transposed up or down, the wrong tempo... whatever the issue, something isn't quite right about how he's reading the notation; he seems to be trying to figure out the melody without proper training in how to read what he's looking at. But the curious thing is, if one is close enough to listen, it sounds like he's doing two distinct notes at once for this, where the melody calls for it. How he's able to is anyone's guess; his lips aren't in the little "o" shape of someone whistling, so good luck figuring out how he's making that soft sound by observation alone.

★ He might also be found in one of the bigger, seat-like windowsills, curled up on his cloak-thing, having made a sort of makeshift nest of it. He's gotten comfy there, either reading the book he's got in his lap, or else drawing in a big thick old tome of a sketchbook.

★ Park ★

★ Perhaps a squirrel or other little member of the local wildlife has caught his attention, and he's watching it in fascination. Or maybe he's feeding some of the park's wildlife, especially the birds, holding up breadcrumbs and watching as they come to eat right out of his hands, if they're not getting the pieces he's tossed about on the ground. He's intent enough on whatever it is he's doing here that he seems to be cooing right back to the little birds in reply to their chirps....

★ Sitting on the back of a park bench, or under a tree, or somewhere, either reading a book from the library, or drawing in that old tome of a sketchbook of his again. He does that a lot. May have already done the above-mentioned feeding, to lure some little wildlife out so he can draw it.

★ Scorpio/shopping/etc ★

★ Grocery shopping: he went in to go to the meat department's counter for some amount of blood. Then he'd be browsing the other aisles too, looking in fascination at various labels, reading ingredients lists, and enjoying the smells in the bakery and produce sections. He's likely to be getting ice cream (nothing with solid bits in it, though) and probably looking at other items with high sugar contents.

★ Various stores: art supply stores, junk/thrift/secondhand stores, whatever strikes his interest as a potential place for materials to make things of. What he's looking for, he probably won't know until he sees it, but that's rather why he's looking! Paints and paintbrushes, paper, glass, leather, plastic, everything from colored wiring to metal chains to markers. He's more shopping for ideas than things, likely.

★ Anywhere/everywhere else (except Taurus): he'll be out window-shopping as he walks about, admiring the clothing fashions of people he sees and the clothing for sale in the stores, the smells coming from restaurants and diners and the like, the shiny electronics in the displays, and generally just looking like a kid with that expression of only somewhat hidden awe and fascination. Even if he's been here a month, this stuff is still all quite novel to him!

★ ★ ★

He's a blue person with very long, elflike ears and giant black feathered wings (about as tall as he is, from wrist to tip while folded) and he (this is a he, right?) looks more like a rather innocent, skinny teenager than anything; certainly doesn't appear to be a threatening demon, though obviously not human.

Just put the location/prompt in the subject so I know what scenario you want, and please feel free to interrupt/pester/gawk at/question/generally bother him, or just be doing something somewhere for him to notice? :)

Comments

[killervocabulary]

Amid the hustle and bustle of the shopping district in the wake of the Grand Prix, there's the ever-present warmth and steady sound of a hammer on heated metal that comes from one property. It's periodically interrupted, only to pick back up again, or be briefly replaced with the hiss of steam due to hot metal being cooled in water.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Now that was familiar... and, curious to see if it was what he thought it was, he followed the sound to its source.

Hey, Ginia! You've got an observer over there, not too far away. He's keeping his distance, for safety's sake, but he definitely looks interested in this.

oh so late like a boss

[killervocabulary]

The metal-working carries on for a bit until Ginia pauses to take a breather - only then does she look up to see the fellow watching her, and there's an immediate step back, and she grips her hammer tighter than she had been - whatever this is, it kind of looks like some kind of Dunmer Hagraven...

...but it doesn't seem to be hostile. Her work area hasn't been riddled with fireballs, for one.

"Can I...help you?"

~Fashionably~ late, you mean! ❤

[poorlittleblueburdie]

His wings sank a bit, and he took a half-step back. That wasn't at all the reaction he was expecting to get from her; had he done something she didn't like?

"Sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just... curious."

For whatever reason, it sounded like an entirely inadequate explanation to him.

"If you're adverse to an audience, I apologize... I can leave. I hadn't noticed anyone else doing this sort of work here in this city, and...." A little quieter, "it reminded me a bit of home."

[killervocabulary]

"I'm not adverse, I just..." She draws a breath, then huffs it out in a sigh. "I was reminded of home as well, just in a less favorable manner. Which is terribly rude of me to say, but I do believe in being honest. I also apologize for such an assumption - given the strange situation of being a visitor to this world, I do hope you'll not hold it against me."

Looks like he's not the only one being a bit awkward over the whole thing.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He managed a little bit of a smile, lowering his head a bit. "No... no, I understand. I'm not from here either; I keep forgetting that humans here aren't used to seeing my kind.

"My name is Avitus." He gave her something of a subtle bow, bobbing down with a nod. Maybe if he introduced himself, it'd be more comfortable there in the shop? "I'm Razielim, and... I'm from Nosgoth. I'm afraid my trade is more with pen and paints, than such a forge, though... might I ask what it is you're making?"

[killervocabulary]

Ginia laughs a bit - just slightly amused. "Not your kind specifically, but generally such winged beings are hostile creatures where I come from, so I do hope you'll understand my surprise," she answers with another chuckle, this one awkward.

She nods in response to his introduction. "Ginia Rosentia, of Cyrodiil - it's a pleasure to meet a fellow artisan," she answers with a slightly more relaxed smile, then holds up the piece of metal. "Just a small, simple blade. Something practical."

Library

[acapriciousthing]

Death had been meaning to check out the library for a while now. She was sure it wouldn't compare to Dream's (because what mortal library could?), but at the very least she was hoping for something a bit more useful than Mayfield. And hopefully she can find something about the local history. "Is it actually a decent selection here?"

o7

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Mm?" He peeked up from the book he'd pulled out, some medieval fantasy story with the usual castle and horse-riding knight in shining armor swinging a sword at a dragon on the cover. "I suppose it is. I keep finding new things every time I look. ....though.... I think I'd enjoy it more, if I understood what the books were talking about, half the time...."

He sighed, but smiled anyway; it wasn't the library's, or the authors' faults, that he didn't have the proper context already, to understand their material. "Were you just out looking for something to read too?"

Re: o7

[acapriciousthing]

"Someday I'll get used to all this free time, but it's going to take longer than this." Over two years between here and Mayfield and it still seemed strange. Not that long, really. "I figured this would be the place to find out about the local history. Assuming there's more here than books on knitting."

His particular problem though... "Maybe the children's section might help a bit with background? Though even that will probably assume you've already picked some things up."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"It does seem to assume so, yes. I'm starting to wonder if anyone's made a reference for fiction here yet. Such a thing might prove itself welcome, since I'm certain I wouldn't be likely to be the only person unfamiliar with this place's mythology.

"I haven't much looked at the factual history books yet, I admit... but I do know that they exist." He gave her a little smile. "Would you like me to show you where those are?"

[acapriciousthing]

"Yes, thank you." There was so much to learn here. "I wonder if the philosophy section would be useful for mythology or just assume even more."

They really need a primer of some sort.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Oh, I haven't a clue." He smiled a little more at that, and closed the book he was holding, putting it back onto the shelf. He re-folded his wings back behind him again, and turned to lead the way.

"I never much looked into the books about philosophy and psychology and..." a little handwave, trying to come up with another word and failing, "...and that sort of stuff. That was one of my brothers' things. Those books always put me right to sleep. Give me fiction any day." Ah, there's a real smile!

★ Park ★

[belfire]

It was probably peaceful where Avitus was. Birdsong, chatter of woodland animals, murmur of a breeze - it was like something out of a Disney film, sans the singing. Of course that idyllic peace was rudely interrupted by one thing.

Kazuya.

With an unholy crackling noise, a caped teenager abruptly appeared out of thin air in a burst of black energy. He let out a very unmanly sounding shriek as he landed in the upper branches of the tree (having appeared about eighteen feet above ground level), the noise of snapping twigs and rustling leaves quickly following...

Before with a loud, painful sounding 'thud', Kazuya fell out of the tree and landed on the ground below, sending the various wildlife scattering in a panic.

Hm. He might be dead-

"Ugghn..."

Oh, nope. Still alive.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

It takes him a second to brain what just happened, but then he hurries over to crouch down over the self-defeated DeSu MC fallen teenager, to check on him.

Except, he's not really sure what to do for him here; he's no doctor. That would be one of his younger -- not in the human sense, just the made-immortal one -- brothers, Vedast. He doesn't have Vedast's medical knowledge, or practice with dealing with sudden emergencies (this counted as sudden, though he hoped it wasn't an emergency!) and doesn't have Vedast's Gift of healing, he doesn't have-- okay, so he's basically no real help.

At any rate, he's discarded the rest of the bread he'd been holding, tossing it aside, and is now looking down over Kazuya from a kneeling position, big black-feathered wings open halfway, behind him, to at least shield the young man from the rest of the snow falling out of the tree branches. Between the wide-eyed look on that now-pale blue face, and the definite floof of those wings' feathers, it's easy to tell he's scared, or at least very concerned for the other here. Humans don't always do well with taking abuse like that. He knows that much. Maybe if Kazuya were more obviously not quite so human any more, but....

"Are... are you all right?"

[belfire]

"N...No...I think I neutered myself..." Kazuya wheezed, his voice higher pitched than normal. He writhed about on the ground, twisting onto his side and curling up tightly, his hands quickly pressing between his legs in obvious pain.

Ah yes, he could handle falling through a tree and landing on the ground, but, sadly, Kazuya had landed a bit wrong on a branch on his way down. In short, Kazuya was in crippling agony.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Oh, gods....

Well, now the burd had even less of an idea of what to do. It wasn't as though he hadn't fallen on things for similarly unfortunate collisions himself, but for him, his innate healing took care of any actual damage, and then the pain swiftly followed in leaving. To go through that without such assisted recovery was... it was....

He tried not to think of it.

"I am so sorry."

[belfire]

"Don't worry about it..."

Kazuya slowly uncurled from his little ball of misery, wincing as he carefully sat up. The pain was beginning to fade now, but he was still extremely tender.

"Stupid tree," Kazuya muttered, trying to adjust his cape and headphones' cord, both of which he had gotten tangled up in. "Stupid powers. Stupid- oh, hey."

He finally took actual notice of the...the blue bird thingy, even if it just garnered a brief look of curiosity. Didn't look like any demon he had seen before.

"...what's up?"

[poorlittleblueburdie]

What's up?

His wings sank a little, not sure what to make of how the other was acting, or more specifically, his wording... but he seemed to've at least mostly recovered again from his injury. And that was a good thing, though it made him wonder vaguely at the speed of it, not that he thought long on it. He shook off the snow from his wings by giving them a little shiver, and folded them up behind him again.

If he wanted to give that odd question in apparent greeting, maybe he was just trying to lighten the mood?

"Well, you fell down the tree... so I suppose I can't say that you are, any more. But... what happened? I mean... did someone teleport you there, or...?"

Seriously, guy. How were you up there in the first place?

library, sheet music, saturday, march 23rd, the afternoonish!

[componere]

Joshua is watching this stranger struggle through the sheet music - he's fitting the pieces together alarmingly well for a compositional newbie, but still... the atonality is starting to annoy him. Joshua rests his book on his shoulder and strides over, a mild expression on his face.

"It's in b-flat major."

...prose! :D

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus pauses when Joshua speaks up, blinking -- someone heard him? Oh dear... he thought he'd been being quiet! And it turns out that whatever he was, his blue cheeks turned purple when he blushed.

But the other had said it was in... what?

He paused, mostly-closing the book so he could see the front of its cover again. It had someone's name on it, but it didn't say anything about them being a Major, nor how flat they were. And it wasn't in any B-section.

Maybe he'd mis-heard? He turned to the human, tucking his wings a bit tighter behind him. "Beg pardon...?"

o/

[componere]

Shy, but not defensive just yet, unless there was a cultural barrier where the wings were concerned... Hm. Joshua nods towards the book in the stranger's hands. "You're putting up a magnificent fight, rest assured, but I don't suppose notation looks the same where you're from, mm?"

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Judging by the way his blush deepened, the sheepish hint of a smile and shake of the head... it was more likely just simple self-consciousness.

"I haven't seen music written before, no. Words, but not... melody. I was just... um...."

Complete newbie, check. But at least he seems to be interested in music?

He bit the inside of his lip a bit, lowering his head a little. "I hadn't meant to bother anyone...."

[componere]

"Too late for regret, stranger. Might as well face the music." Joshua smiles a little at his own joke because he is the purest of tools. "How do you learn melodies, then? Cultural tradition?"

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Joshua got a little smile for the joke; it wasn't lost on the bird-person.

"I suppose? I never really studied music before, to be honest, nor learned an instrument. It's just that I found these books, and I was curious, and... it was something of a puzzle, you see." Totally understandable, right?

"...Was I interpreting it incorrectly?" Tempo, key-- better question was likely what he'd gotten right. At least the answer would be shorter. The relationship between notes was at least a starting point for learning, wasn't it?