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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? :)
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He turned down another aisle of shelves, and glanced around -- the nonfiction section wasn't far from where he'd found the book he'd been looking through, but which section had the history books, again? He was pretty sure it was this direction....
"He's also the youngest of us, so Heldrad still teases him a bit about being 'the baby', now and then. Even after all these centuries...." He shook his head. "Do you have any-- well... I mean, are there others like you, in your world, that you would consider your family?"
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She took in the library. Nothing compared to Dream's, of course, but an impressive library nonetheless. And probably managed to contain something his didn't, which in theory wasn't possible.
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He paused in what he was saying, trying to recall the details. "I'm sorry... it's been so long since I thought on it, I'm not sure how to explain it very well any more."
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He shook his head, finally finding a likely-looking bookshelf, and ran a hand lightly over some of the spines, glancing at the titles. "I'm not really certain what gods are in Nosgoth any longer, or if they ever were to begin with. After seeing Spectral for myself a few times... I'm rather doubtful. And... I didn't pay so much attention to the humans' beliefs.
"But your world has you and the others in your family... what are they like? Wouldn't existing as... as beings, and as forces of the world, mean you are gods of sorts? I'd imagine being a god has less to do with wanting to rule, and more about... merely... being one?" He wasn't sure how to put those thoughts in order, to voice them, so have a lame attempt there.
Shockingly, I am not Death.
Not that they didn't get mixed up in the tales of gods, from time to time. Very few versions of Orpheus's tale ever got it all right. And people were always confusing Dream for Apollo.
I saw nothing! :3
He was quiet for a moment, tilting his head slightly as he mulled it over. It did make sense, but it made him wonder if they were working with the same sense of what a "god" was in the first place. She seemed to be speaking of mythologies, while he meant forces that were already there.
Or... maybe that was what she meant? If belief influenced reality, just as much as the other way around, then....
....
What exactly did the Citadel's humans believe in now, anyhow? Perhaps he should ask, when he returned.
And that thought made him pause too, as he'd started again to pull out a book. When he returned? ...but he was having so much fun here. He missed his brothers, yes, but... as he thought about it, he realized he didn't really want to return. Not yet, anyhow.
A hint of a smile found the corner of his mouth at that, and he pulled the book out the rest of the way, to flip through it.
"You... were wanting history books, correct?" He skimmed what looked like the index, and showed it to her. Looked like a book about the ancient history of Japan. "Like this?"
Re: I saw nothing! :3
She looked over the book. "That looks helpful. I want to see how much the history here differs from the Japan I remember."
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He paused a moment, looking over the shelf of books before him. "I tried looking at some of the maps here already, but... none of them looked to have anywhere on them which resembled Nosgoth. I wonder if it ever existed here... or whether, perhaps, Nosgoth in this world is merely changed enough from what I know it to look like in mine, that I wouldn't recognize it any longer. Goodness knows it's undergone changes enough already, during my lifetime; I wouldn't discount the possibility...."
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Otherwise, it could wait for later. He was curious, but he wasn't going to just assume she was going to answer his every question right then and there, just because he was wondering about something.
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He nodded, and shifted the tote bag he was wearing over his shoulder, so he could pull his sketchbook out of it, and his pencil. He glanced around, then headed for a table which was nearby, to settle into a chair and find a blank page.
It didn't take him more than a few minutes to have enough of a map to show -- the rivers and lakes, and the water at the bottom of the page that some of those emptied into, were all clear enough, as was an area he'd outlined in the upper left area, among markings which had to be of mountains. And more mountains across the top, to the right, and down the left side, meeting the water. Mountains to the lower right, heading up....
"This," he said, pointing out something in the upper left, "is about the size of this city we're in now. That's the Citadel, where I'm from."
((Nope, nowhere on Earth. ...Also, bah, they don't include the Citadel, but it's near Coorhagen.))