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destinystrings2013-01-16 04:43 am
poorlittleblueburdie) wrote in destinystrings2013-01-16 04:43 am
Out-and-about log for Avitus (perpetually OPEN!)
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!
★ He'sin 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?)
★ 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.
★ 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.
★ 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? :)
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
...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? :)
★ Park ★
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.
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self-defeated DeSu MCfallen 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?"
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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.
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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."
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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?"
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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?
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Oh, he must've thought Kazuya was trying to crack a weird joke. Hahah man, he hadn't even realised when he said... better pretend he meant to do that so he'd look witty.
"I teleported myself," Kazuya replied, managing to uncoil his headphones' cord from around his neck. No more accidental strangulations! "They've been crazy for about three months or so though, it's driving me absolutely insane. I dunno what's wrong with them."
The frustration was clear in his tone, and he was half-ranting to himself now, jerking the cape so it was settled properly over his shoulders.
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"Those are the ones someone mentioned on the network as dropping people into pools of water, aren't they?" Those feathers on his wings were floofing a little: that's what happens when the burdie gets "goosebumps", apparently. What was that joke, about geese getting people-bumps? "But if they really still aren't working right-- if using them can lead to people getting injured, why hasn't their use been restricted? And why would you use them in the first place?" Not being accusing there, just really concerned for him. He had taken the risk, and in doing so, he'd hurt himself, after all!
From the look of it, Avitus wouldn't be stepping into those teleporters himself. Like, maybe ever.
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He slowly climbed to his feet, wincing a little before straightening up fully. He had a few twigs and leaves stuck in his hair, which he began the arduous process of removing. "I can teleport. That's one of my abilities, well, should be, but it hasn't been working properly lately."
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"I... You... A-are all your powers behaving so... so strangely?" Nothing about this was reassuring to him, for reasons he wasn't likely to get into just yet. The burd's rattled enough that it takes him a second to realize what he just said, too.
Then he blinks as he realizes it, and he swiftly looks Kazuya over, his alarm deflating into distressed confusion.
"Wait, how can you teleport? Aren't you human?"
Because clearly, humans can't do that. Right? Right.
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Oops, Avitus, you just landed your foot onto a massive sore spot.
"...I'm a Demon King," Kazuya replied after a pause, his tone sounding belligerent.
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"Huh?" was all he seemed to be able to manage in reply to that. Maybe this guy wasn't in the loop? ...Or wasn't a demon after all? He'd qualify in SMT terms, but he really had no idea what Kazuya was talking about here, and that much was plain to see.
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"You know, King of Demons. I sit on a throne, have a crown, get to order my minion about?" Kazuya said, his hands fluttering vaguely as he tried to explain something that, well, everyone knew! "Like, uh, you know, those creatures that don't look like humans - well some of them do - roaming about? Able to cast magic and shit? Demons? I'm king of those. In my world, in any case."
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He knew very well what a king was; the old Empire had been feudal. And he had at least some idea what demons were. He'd seen pictures of giant, fearsome beasts in the history books in his own world, but he still had yet to come to understand the definition in play in this one.
"They have a political system?"
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Hm, how to explain the very simple yet confusing politics of demons?
"Basically there was a competition for who would be King of Bel, and to win, you had to kill and eat the other competitors," Kazuya said with a completely straight face. "You know, absorbing their souls, not actually, you know, eating eating them. Once you've won, you're the Demon King, and therefore the biggest badass ever, so all the demons listen to you."
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Burdie, no, he's not interested in doing that right now. Really.
...Probably? Kazuya is not Raziel, and thus the chances of him gaining Avitus's own powers are not that high, right?"But... you're not a... a.... You can't-- I-I mean.... So you're not a human?"
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He huffed and crossed his arms, looking with with a growl, "I can't eat souls even if I wanted to. Which I don't."
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He was quiet, wings sinking down again behind him, though the feathers were still sticking up a bit. "I... there was someone. In my world. And...." He trailed off. Great non-explanation there, Avitus. Raziel would be so proud.
Or not."....'m sorry...."
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He took a breath, looking down again, still not satisfied with this conversation so far, and then looked back at the other, very deliberately re-folding his wings, even if their feathers weren't done settling back down all the way yet.
"No-- I'm sorry. I... I've assumed things, and you're probably from a world that has very little in common with mine, and..." he trailed off again, not sure how to finish what he wanted to say, but the point was likely obvious enough anyhow. He shook his head. "I should try this over.
"Hello!" Such a flat tone... he sounded a little like he was saying it to get it out of the way, really.
"My name is Avitus, and that looked like it hurt, and I don't know that I can even begin to do anything for it." He was likely very deliberately saying these things precisely because it obviously did make some fun of what things people would normally say on meeting. His delivery, too -- he could have been informing Kazuya that they were in the park. "...But if nothing else, I can at least ask if you'd like some ice cream or hot chocolate, to help your mood."
Maybe that'd help the burd feel better about making such a mess of their first meeting, if he offered something like that, in such a joking way. He looked serious enough about it, at any rate.