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prismatica2020-01-13 01:23 am
chichichi) wrote in prismatica2020-01-13 01:23 am
video, un: birdinthehand
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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[Purposely inviting Lightning to come smack the shit out of him and try to steal his sword?
The worst idea.]
Can't I just feed him to shut him up for a few hours?
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[ Probably. ]
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He could just walk in and take food like he did durin' my party.
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[He sighs and drags a hand down his face.]
Look, I still don't really like him. He's been nothin' but an ass to me and my friends and acts like it's totally alright to call me shit like "Satan's Bastard" or whatever. And he should know more than anyone that my sword ain't somethin' to be fucked with just cause he has an interest in it!
If you wanna be with him that's whatever to me. Your life, your call.
[He's still judging, though.
Just a tiny bit.]
Do you actually want us to get along, or are you just tryin' to calm the waters so you don't have to deal with us?
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I'm not entirely sure that's possible, but nothing's possible if Lightning isn't here and okay. If you're seriously questioning me, turn it over in your head for a bit.
[ She's three seconds from hanging up. ]
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He knows it's not Setura's fault Lightning is the way he is.
He looks away, stating quietly:]
I just don't wanna lose your friendship because I can't get along with him...
[He was reading into things, assuming there was annoyance at their friction when she was attached to both of them in different ways.]
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Okumura-kun.
[ Look at her, Rin. ]
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He fucked up, didn't he?
Everything he's said today has just been the wrong thing.]
...
[He does look back, though.]
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When neither became apparent he nodded, deciding if he could trust anyone here it was her.]
Yeah.
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[ She exhales softly, another soft puff of white. ]
I want you to leave Lightning-kun to me. If he shows up there, that's one thing, but I don't want you going out of your way looking for him with an unclear head. That sort of thing only leads to trouble.
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[ Like, "if Leaf hunt takes her anywhere remotely near his place soon" because she needs lunch. She's going to be hunting throughout Iris and the triple moons, after all, and she has to eat, too. Showing up in his window invited? You bet. ]