i - springstar [Boy catch his ass in this city for all of two seconds before he gets tired of the glitz and shine... Which is to say! The boutiques of Emporio are where he can be found for the sparse amount of time he's here, poking and prodding through some textiles laid out on a table. Though he looks somewhat cleaned up, it's clear he's part of the "recently busted up outta the dirt and goo" crew, and he is not happy about it. He's holding up two different shirts on either side of himself and turns toward anyone near.]
Which one do you think is better suited for the occasion?
[WHAT OCCASION. HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE MONEY.]
ii - tomes [Well. This dude sure as hell looks perfectly at home here, at least! His general wilting Victorian goth vibes truly fit right in as he browses through books in one of the Tomes libraries. Find him puzzling over a romance novella du jour, or leaning against a dramatically-backlit-by-the-moon window, holding a book titled Phlebotomy Essentials For The Aspiring Home Surgeon. He will helpfully turn the book out toward anyone who happens to glance his way for longer than two seconds, revealing a lot of wildass text and a helpful picture of 19th century blood-letting.]
What do you think about this technique here? At a glance, it looks like a lot of it goes to waste, don't you think...? The blood, that is.
[His tone sure indicates he thinks this is a normal thing to ask.]
iii - cafe [Or catch him at the cafe afterward! He's sat at a corner table and making a strange face at his cup, which isn't even empty at this point, so it's not like he's perplexed over some funky fortune. Eventually, he reaches up with one hand and clutches at his chest before rapidly patting at it.
While he's busy trying to apparently jumpstart his dying heart, he'll turn toward anyone who looks receptive to a question and asks:]
Excuse me. This "feeling"... A pressure from within, like the stuff inside is being squeezed to bursting - do you know what it's called?
[A HEART ATTACK??]
wildcard [hit me up with whatever you'd like! wao]
matsui gou | touken ranbu | savant
[Boy catch his ass in this city for all of two seconds before he gets tired of the glitz and shine... Which is to say! The boutiques of Emporio are where he can be found for the sparse amount of time he's here, poking and prodding through some textiles laid out on a table. Though he looks somewhat cleaned up, it's clear he's part of the "recently busted up outta the dirt and goo" crew, and he is not happy about it. He's holding up two different shirts on either side of himself and turns toward anyone near.]
Which one do you think is better suited for the occasion?
[WHAT OCCASION. HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE MONEY.]
ii - tomes
[Well. This dude sure as hell looks perfectly at home here, at least! His general wilting Victorian goth vibes truly fit right in as he browses through books in one of the Tomes libraries. Find him puzzling over a romance novella du jour, or leaning against a dramatically-backlit-by-the-moon window, holding a book titled Phlebotomy Essentials For The Aspiring Home Surgeon. He will helpfully turn the book out toward anyone who happens to glance his way for longer than two seconds, revealing a lot of wildass text and a helpful picture of 19th century blood-letting.]
What do you think about this technique here? At a glance, it looks like a lot of it goes to waste, don't you think...? The blood, that is.
[His tone sure indicates he thinks this is a normal thing to ask.]
iii - cafe
[Or catch him at the cafe afterward! He's sat at a corner table and making a strange face at his cup, which isn't even empty at this point, so it's not like he's perplexed over some funky fortune. Eventually, he reaches up with one hand and clutches at his chest before rapidly patting at it.
While he's busy trying to apparently jumpstart his dying heart, he'll turn toward anyone who looks receptive to a question and asks:]
Excuse me. This "feeling"... A pressure from within, like the stuff inside is being squeezed to bursting - do you know what it's called?
[A HEART ATTACK??]
wildcard
[hit me up with whatever you'd like! wao]