Setsura Yamaguchi | 山口 節羅 (
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I'm looking for my -- [ "leaf," wait -- no one but her and Lewin has any inkling what the hell that means, so, and smoothly for all that she sounds more than less on the urgent side ] -- Lightning. Iris... really gets away with him.
[ As though that explains everything. She glances at the camera. Her hair is utterly windswept, some of the feathers in it dancing as she walks the streets, her steps brisk, purposeful. Her nose? Red. She's been out for a while now, the black feathers of her collar tugged snug against her neck. Straight to the chase. ]
If you're from Earth, you may recognize him as American. Mm, he's about [ please hold, she's crunching this in her head ] one hundred and seventy-seven centimeters. [ She's certain. ] He's --
[ Here, that's what her hand says as she grinds to a halt and tugs the camera back so her audience can see. She makes an even cut through the air above and beside her, like she knows exactly where, how he fits with her. Like that helps anyone figure out anything other than the fact that she's short if they're attentive to her height against background details. ]
-- this tall, but he's not bulky or too slight. [ And she's stepping again, talking as she turns an ear in listening and scans the area with keen eyes. Holding little things back. ]
You might not be able to tell because he dresses like a hobo. I'm not exaggerating. There's holes and stains in his clothes and he doesn't care about fashion at all. Tee shirts, capris, boots -- you can find him in layers sometimes and his shoes won't be clean. If they are, it's not him.
He has... so much black hair and it's always so messy. [ But it doesn't sound like she minds? ] It's always in front of his eyes, so you can't see them most of the time. [ A glance. Look. ] I cannot emphasize how messy it is. It looks like he hasn't brushed it in a week, maybe ever. [ She's gesturing with her free hand, outlining a shape at her head now. ] Iris gives him these... bat ears. They're huge, about as big as his head put together, and they stick out a bit, like this. They're really furry! [ Who's excited? Fond?? Sobering a little. ] He's usually got this big smile or a grin on his face that'll show off a mouth full of pointy teeth now. His voice is a lot like his expression. It's big, real cheerful with a thick accent, Texan if that means anything to you. That twang is distinct from anything around here. [ She's fond. Oh! ] And he's got stubble. His face is unshaven, but there's no substantial mustache or beard. [ Yet. ]
Has anyone seen him? [ She gives the camera her full attention now, exhales a small cloud of white. Please, if you've seen her idiot hobo... ]
[ As though that explains everything. She glances at the camera. Her hair is utterly windswept, some of the feathers in it dancing as she walks the streets, her steps brisk, purposeful. Her nose? Red. She's been out for a while now, the black feathers of her collar tugged snug against her neck. Straight to the chase. ]
If you're from Earth, you may recognize him as American. Mm, he's about [ please hold, she's crunching this in her head ] one hundred and seventy-seven centimeters. [ She's certain. ] He's --
[ Here, that's what her hand says as she grinds to a halt and tugs the camera back so her audience can see. She makes an even cut through the air above and beside her, like she knows exactly where, how he fits with her. Like that helps anyone figure out anything other than the fact that she's short if they're attentive to her height against background details. ]
-- this tall, but he's not bulky or too slight. [ And she's stepping again, talking as she turns an ear in listening and scans the area with keen eyes. Holding little things back. ]
You might not be able to tell because he dresses like a hobo. I'm not exaggerating. There's holes and stains in his clothes and he doesn't care about fashion at all. Tee shirts, capris, boots -- you can find him in layers sometimes and his shoes won't be clean. If they are, it's not him.
He has... so much black hair and it's always so messy. [ But it doesn't sound like she minds? ] It's always in front of his eyes, so you can't see them most of the time. [ A glance. Look. ] I cannot emphasize how messy it is. It looks like he hasn't brushed it in a week, maybe ever. [ She's gesturing with her free hand, outlining a shape at her head now. ] Iris gives him these... bat ears. They're huge, about as big as his head put together, and they stick out a bit, like this. They're really furry! [ Who's excited? Fond?? Sobering a little. ] He's usually got this big smile or a grin on his face that'll show off a mouth full of pointy teeth now. His voice is a lot like his expression. It's big, real cheerful with a thick accent, Texan if that means anything to you. That twang is distinct from anything around here. [ She's fond. Oh! ] And he's got stubble. His face is unshaven, but there's no substantial mustache or beard. [ Yet. ]
Has anyone seen him? [ She gives the camera her full attention now, exhales a small cloud of white. Please, if you've seen her idiot hobo... ]
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That's right.
[ That's the name Lewin opted to use for his username on that a/s/l broadcast of his and that's the one she'll stick to. This person's username, it lines up and she sounds... unsurprised, really. ]
I suppose I could have included a bit about Lightning-kun's manners, but if you haven't met him, then...
[ A simple gesture. He'll follow, right? And... a glance, a sigh. On second thought, at least give a guy a name to scream, Lewin. He's not supposed to get that from her?? Although some part of her hopes he puts it to good use some kind of way after all this. ]
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[I can't believe Lewin's being roasted by his girlfriend and his bootycall in front of god and everyone.]
Ah, but he's not so bad! We skipped a few steps in the introductory phase, but it could be worse-- at least he's not Sanguis.
[Go on]
[Picture Sanguis-Lewin]
[Picture what a terrifying experience that would be]
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Right. ]
You caught that, hm? Well, I'm glad you're sharp. You don't seem bad yourself, you know.
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[He shouldn't be so happy to get approval from a random stranger over the network?? He just likes praise ok]
But you know, you don't need to flatter me if you want me to tell you where we are -- I expect you'll want to come pick him up, right? Most iris I've met tend to need babysitters if the moons affect them strongly enough. It'd probably be better than expecting him to come home on his own.
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I meant every word.
[ She'll drop that finger now. ]
But I'd appreciate that. I suppose you could say we're in the adjustment phase? [ She's pretty sure it's obvious. ] I really need to catch him before he can make it onto the streets again, though.
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[Plus, she's complimenting him, so that makes her A++ in his book tbh.]
Well, he should be sleeping for a while longer still, but if he wakes up before you get here, I'll make sure he sticks around.
[Meanwhile poor Ranpo here is gonna be limping to the door when she gets here, rip.]
Oh-- and I'm Ranpo, by the way.
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[ She means that and, as soon as that address arrives, she's inputting it into a certain app all too expertly. As soon as she's got a location, she'll be stepping, and briskly, but she does pause. Before she takes off with some speed, there's something she thinks to ask, and casually. ]
Hey, Ranpo-san. Do you have something you like to eat?
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Hmm... I can't say I'm too picky, but I am a big fan of sweets!
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I can definitely do sweets, but... are you Iris, too?
[ Does she sound almost hopeful? Say yes, Ranpo. Say yes and let her casually drown the beginnings of a certain familiar nervousness she feels vaguely stirring because that tail looks an awful lot like it belongs to a certain furry species. ]
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[He's just horny on main -- that's how he kept up with iris-heat-Lewin.]
[But he knows why she's asking, and he holds the camera out further to include the pair of kitty ears atop his head.]
These are just permanent! It's cute, right?
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Well... you are. [ One truth. Who's nervous??? ]
They're really permanent...? [ She did not get this memo. Why is this even a memo?? ]
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[But uh]
[Hm]
...so, not a fan of cats, huh?
[Her expression is hilariously easy to read.]
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No, I'm more of a dog person.
[ Understatement of the year. She's not nervous and definitely not trying to get away from certain irrational thoughts or that one that just became incredibly pressing and concerning. ]
I don't suppose I could convince you to describe that exact item to me, hm? Or better yet, show me when I get there?
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I can show it to you! I still have the ones I bought -- they just don't work anymore after the first use.
[And hopefully Lewin sleeps through until she gets here, or else he might wake up and want another round first... and that might make it kinda hard to get the door for her when she arrives.]
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Pull it together, Sets. ]
That would be perfect. I won't be long.
[ Because once she gets off her device, she'll be putting that supernatural speed of hers to good use. She needs to warm up, anyway, and if he doesn't answer the door, well... ]
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[He'll even be a bit more dressed when he answers the door, wearing pajama pants and with a little blanket draped over his shoulders atop the robe. It's his home okay, so he's gonna stay comfy.]
[But more importantly]
[He'll be purring.]
There you are! Lightning-san is still asleep... I have a feeling I wasn't his first stop today.
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Oh, wait! The nearest one has already been defeated by this cat boy and a horny, incarnating lunar god.
It's fine. It's not like his tail is swerving or he's wiggling his butt, right? She may actually be using her peripheral to check for all of .03 seconds before mentally commanding herself to knock it off. He's the picture of comfort and she's not picking up any hostility. Purring's... good, like the bag of burgers and fries she's holding in one hand and also the large bag tucked safely in her arm that smells distinctly of sweets, right?
Are there a few cans of brand name coke tucked in her pockets for Lewin? Probably. ]
Right again! He's... been out for a while. [ Sigh. ] I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, at least.
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Oh, not at all-- come on in! He's in the back bedroom on the right. Ah, but before that--
[And here's the part where he does kind of a look like a cat ready to pounce.]
--what'd you bring?
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Well, "sweets" was pretty broad and Lightning-kun's so many handfuls, so I modestly went broad! There's donuts, a few slices of different kinds of cake, some cookies, a little fudge, some crepes, hard and soft candies, some lollipops that looked really good.
[ Tastefully packaged and carefully delivered even with that speed she just applied. Let it never be said that Setsura Yamaguchi is ungrateful when it comes to matters related to her man. Just... pounce the bag, not her, Ranpo. She really is trying to fight that whole nervous feeling. ]
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[Those are all his favorites!! and he will happily take the bag as a peace offering as he heads back inside, setting it on the counter so he can start digging through it. If he had a tail
which he doesn't because I forgot this is Iris not triple-moon timeit'd definitely be wagging.]But you know-- you don't have to be scared of me. I promise, I only bite if someone asks for it.
[She is way too easy to read -- is this a cat phobia??]
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I'm not scared.
[ Who's scared? And almost wishing he had a tail so she could read it, actually. Fhl. ]
Really, I'm not! I've faced and dealt with far scarier things than a cute guy with a pair of cat ears could probably imagine. [ And yet.
Well, part of it is probably that restless energy in her hands and feet. She knows Lewin is safe, but she still wants to see him, check on him. Maybe hold his hand a little, but not because she's scared! ]
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[Ranpo's seen some shit-- but he kinda ruins his point when he pulls out a lollipop to suck on, looking delighted by the flavor.]
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Should I be concerned? Are you going to try and scare me, Ranpo-san?
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