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ioduanlogs2018-07-03 08:28 pm
rutility) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-07-03 08:28 pm
[July Open] 65% more rock per rock
Characters: Rutile, Leo, the Fool, Padparadscha, Raven, and anyone else who wants to hop in!
Date: Early July
Location: Die Rosa Tulpe, outside city limits, etc
Situation: A pre-business meeting with the Fool, discovering their talent with Leo?, discussing the barrier with Padparadscha, roommate shenanigans with Raven, and July's Faith 4
Warnings/Rating: Nope!
A ▸ ARRANGEMENTS, FLORAL | the fool
Despite their dedicated exploration of the city, Rutile still has not managed to see every location in Aifaran. Die Rosa Tulpe is low on their list for being primarily a food place, and given that Rutile has little interest in food (except for the proportion of it that spontaneously turns to ash, which they've gathered is rare), they've taken their time getting around to it.
When they enter, they're not certain why that is. The coffee shop is actually quite pleasant, with plenty of green and growing things, and at this time of day, uncrowded. It has just the right amount of proximity to the street that one doesn't feel isolated, but enough privacy to be a good place to work. Rutile stands in the door, observing the patrons. Their eyes widen when they see the Fool sitting at a table with his wares, but, never one to intrude, they keep to themselves unless noticed.
B ▸ MIND YOUR MANNERS | leonardo watch
Rutile appraises the milky white stone between their fingers with some disinterest. Quartz, they decide, based on the hexagonal structure and the scratch it leaves on their forearm, and they toss it behind them without a care for who or what it may hit. Small loss: one couldn't step outside without tripping over some variety of quartz.
They stand up and dust their labcoat, straightening it around their shoulders, and turn about to head back into the city. In their hand rests a small collection of precious stones that they contemplate as they walk away; deep in thought, they're hardly watching where they're going.
C ▸ ARE YOU MY DAD? (FAITH 4) | open
If Rutile has been homesick lately, their feelings are quickly cured by the Arybar child leaking some sort of chartreuse sticky substance all over their labcoat. Their skill with juniors is unremarkable at best; now, with hardly the authority to say for sure what is wrong (are they hungry? sick?), it takes something of a dive.
Still, they do their best. Rutile crouches down to eye level with the child. "Alright now," they say, and try to be gentle. "That's quite enough of that. I can't help you when you're upset like this."
The child cries louder. Rutile cringes inwardly. Few juniors have ever been this difficult.
D ▸ NOTHING VENTURED | padparadscha
Rutile is of several minds about their upcoming journey with Aly: first, and foremost, they are excited. It feels good to finally have something to do besides yell at other Dreamfolk across the Lae. But second, and of no smaller concern to them, is the danger of the proposed venture; they do not fear much for their physical safety, but it is a fool who wanders away in secret and expects to be found later. And the third, secret, smaller mind simply wants Padparadscha’s opinion.
It has been several centuries since Rutile last had to actively seek Padparadscha. Like another limb, Rutile feels it keenly when Padparadscha isn't by their side, and the ghost of their presence has haunted them for millennia. They’ve grown used to having them nearby, and though they easily recall a time when they and Padparadscha roamed separate from one another, it is so long ago now that they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be independent creatures. The difficulty of it surprises them. Though they’ve learned Aifaran’s layout well, they still don’t know Padparadscha’s haunts, and the landscape is so different from their island that there are few similar areas to try.
So rather than waste time combing the city, they send them a text message, via yimo:
I would like to discuss something. Can we meet somewhere private?
and sit down to wait for a response.
E ▸ WILD CARD | open
[ PM me or hit me up on plurk for a starter, or just write one in yourself! I'm game for anything.]
Date: Early July
Location: Die Rosa Tulpe, outside city limits, etc
Situation: A pre-business meeting with the Fool, discovering their talent with Leo?, discussing the barrier with Padparadscha, roommate shenanigans with Raven, and July's Faith 4
Warnings/Rating: Nope!
A ▸ ARRANGEMENTS, FLORAL | the fool
Despite their dedicated exploration of the city, Rutile still has not managed to see every location in Aifaran. Die Rosa Tulpe is low on their list for being primarily a food place, and given that Rutile has little interest in food (except for the proportion of it that spontaneously turns to ash, which they've gathered is rare), they've taken their time getting around to it.
When they enter, they're not certain why that is. The coffee shop is actually quite pleasant, with plenty of green and growing things, and at this time of day, uncrowded. It has just the right amount of proximity to the street that one doesn't feel isolated, but enough privacy to be a good place to work. Rutile stands in the door, observing the patrons. Their eyes widen when they see the Fool sitting at a table with his wares, but, never one to intrude, they keep to themselves unless noticed.
B ▸ MIND YOUR MANNERS | leonardo watch
Rutile appraises the milky white stone between their fingers with some disinterest. Quartz, they decide, based on the hexagonal structure and the scratch it leaves on their forearm, and they toss it behind them without a care for who or what it may hit. Small loss: one couldn't step outside without tripping over some variety of quartz.
They stand up and dust their labcoat, straightening it around their shoulders, and turn about to head back into the city. In their hand rests a small collection of precious stones that they contemplate as they walk away; deep in thought, they're hardly watching where they're going.
C ▸ ARE YOU MY DAD? (FAITH 4) | open
If Rutile has been homesick lately, their feelings are quickly cured by the Arybar child leaking some sort of chartreuse sticky substance all over their labcoat. Their skill with juniors is unremarkable at best; now, with hardly the authority to say for sure what is wrong (are they hungry? sick?), it takes something of a dive.
Still, they do their best. Rutile crouches down to eye level with the child. "Alright now," they say, and try to be gentle. "That's quite enough of that. I can't help you when you're upset like this."
The child cries louder. Rutile cringes inwardly. Few juniors have ever been this difficult.
D ▸ NOTHING VENTURED | padparadscha
Rutile is of several minds about their upcoming journey with Aly: first, and foremost, they are excited. It feels good to finally have something to do besides yell at other Dreamfolk across the Lae. But second, and of no smaller concern to them, is the danger of the proposed venture; they do not fear much for their physical safety, but it is a fool who wanders away in secret and expects to be found later. And the third, secret, smaller mind simply wants Padparadscha’s opinion.
It has been several centuries since Rutile last had to actively seek Padparadscha. Like another limb, Rutile feels it keenly when Padparadscha isn't by their side, and the ghost of their presence has haunted them for millennia. They’ve grown used to having them nearby, and though they easily recall a time when they and Padparadscha roamed separate from one another, it is so long ago now that they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be independent creatures. The difficulty of it surprises them. Though they’ve learned Aifaran’s layout well, they still don’t know Padparadscha’s haunts, and the landscape is so different from their island that there are few similar areas to try.
So rather than waste time combing the city, they send them a text message, via yimo:
I would like to discuss something. Can we meet somewhere private?
and sit down to wait for a response.
E ▸ WILD CARD | open
[ PM me or hit me up on plurk for a starter, or just write one in yourself! I'm game for anything.]
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More than some deserve, Rutile almost says, but the thought is unnecessarily cruel, and they keep it to themselves. Despite this recognition, they can't bring themselves to fully dismiss it; better to let Kit's words be the last that hang in the air rather than sour the moment.
Then the little Arybar marches back, her tears replaced with smiles and a spring in her step, asking for the ice cream. Even Rutile rolls their eyes at Kit's reply, but they're not above a snicker when the child misunderstands and says, "Can I please?"
"They may not know how to find you if you leave this area," Rutile points out. "I don't know if there's ice cream nearby." (They do not admit to not knowing what ice cream is.) They glance at Kit, imploring him to either put a stop to this (doubtful; Kit doesn't seem like the type to say no to anyone) or to step in. "Though if there is, I suppose one of us could retrieve it while you wait here with the other," they say to the child.
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In the end, they all seek out the ice cream together; Kit does have an understanding of what it is, given the last several months he's spent in Aifaran, and is only too glad to buy himself a cone as well in addition to the little Arybar child. (He isn't a total cad; he offers to get one for Rutile, too.) And so he is affably arguing whether chocolate soft serve is superior to strawberry (or whatever passes for strawberry in Konryu) when the child's family arrive at the train station and, amid thunderous exclamations of excitement and relief, sweep the little one up into their collective protective arms.
There's at least six of them, though, so there are lots of hugs to go around. Rutile and Kit appear to be on the receiving end of them, whether they like it or not.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" cries a tearful mother, while a blubbering father has to be cajoled away by a concerned auntie from suffocating Kit with the force of his embrace.
"We were so worried--please," the mother entreats, looking between the pair of them, "you must let us treat you to dinner. It is the very least we can do!"
Kit coughs, eyes still watering from the force of that hug, and manages a weak smile. "Um, sure," he says, sending a questioning glance Rutile's way. He gives a small shrug, a decidedly 'sorry dude, what else could I say' kind of gesture.
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Thus Rutile and Kit end up whisked away to dinner by a large group of chattering Arybars, all of whom seem to have something important to say at exactly the same time, making conversation rather impossible. The restaurant is small - quaint, really - and cozy, with the many of them crowded around a table, and Rutile sits close to Kit in an effort to take up as little space as possible. When the menu comes around, Rutile has a difficult time explaining that "No, truly, I don't eat anything," only to be told, "Oh yes, we can see that very clearly; you're practically a sack of bones!"
In the end, Rutile lets them order something, and then slides it over to Kit, who will hopefully appreciate it more.
The dinner ends with as much joviality as it had begun, with several new contacts programmed into Rutile's and Kit's yimos and an insistence that if they were ever in the area again to certainly stop by. The Arybar family is seen off with waves and well-wishes, and even the little girl smiles at Rutile and thanks Kit very seriously for the ice cream. Despite the chaos, it is nice to be so unabashedly appreciated and welcomed into their family; it is a feeling of companionship and acceptance that Rutile sorely misses, and their departure introduces an ache to their heart all over again.
By this time, the sun has long since set, and Rutile feels the lack of light dragging on their limbs. Despite this they smile, and gently tap Kit's shoulder. "That was quite an evening," they say, tired yet bemused.