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jigokulogs2022-04-01 03:04 pm
narbrawl) wrote in jigokulogs2022-04-01 03:04 pm
[open] april catch-all
Who Childe and You!
What April Catch-all
When Throughout April
Where Various
Content Warnings n/a
i. because i like you [closed to shuten clan members]
[Bacon hisses in a pan, fluffy pancakes brown and rise, coffee bubbles away… Childe is the picture of morning industry as he puts together a hearty breakfast. Flour dusts his freckled forearms where his sleeves are rolled up and, as he works, he sips from a glass of orange juice.
Trouble is, this is not his kitchen.
Just the evening before, he had been called to the office of one of the lower ranking families within the Shuten clan. In that smoky room, a highly-strung oni whose name he’s already forgotten had given him an assignment, the name of his partner for the job and the kind of look that only comes in tandem with multiple ulcers and high blood pressure. He’d reassured him that his accomplice would be informed the next afternoon and sent on his way- but that’s not nearly soon enough for Childe. It made perfect sense to deliver the message himself.
Getting in was never going to be an issue; security had clearly been given as much consideration when building these apartment blocks as comfort, space and utility, which is to say none at all. Expecting more from hell seems like wishful thinking. Regardless, it served Childe well in this instance. Whether he slipped in through a slightly open window, casually jimmied a lock or talked a spare key out of a bored maintenance worker, he’s currently inside his partner-to-be’s apartment and making himself at home.
Only when he’s put the finishing touches on breakfast does he attempt to wake the real occupant, assuming the noise hasn’t done so already.
And, obviously, he does this by nudging them with his toe, ringing an empty mug with a spoon and, in a voice far too cheery for this time of day, chirping-]
Rise and shine, comrade! Busy day ahead of us!
[Don’t make him drag you out of bed.]
[ooc: lmk if you had anything specifically in mind for their assignment/job or if you want me to just throw whatever at them!]
ii. every dog has his day [open]
[Technology really is marvelous.
After spending his first weeks hand-washing all of his clothes, Childe had finally learned of something unique to this era in the form of a machine that does all the work for you- and a place full of them. The owner of the laundromat explained- in that jaded way that suggests they’ve had this conversation far too many times lately- how everything worked and- in that despairing way that suggests they’ve also had this conversation far too many times lately- warned him not to break anything.
Childe sits cross-legged on the bench at the centre of the room, flipping idly through a magazine as he waits for his first load to finish up. With most of his clothes currently being washed, he’s left in some of the pieces he’d picked up dirt cheap in his first few days here with very little regard for size- which is why he’s had to roll the cuffs of his jeans right up and his t-shirt gapes where he’s leaning forward. It makes for a strange sight; the way the fabric swamps him is far too boyish for his otherwise broad, long-limbed frame and the scars on display only add to the effect.
Not that he seems to care particularly. With a yawn, Childe leans back onto one hand and holds the magazine out to the only other person waiting with him.]
I’m done with this one, if you want it. [The cover depicts a kasa-okabe in sunglasses in a vibrant, graffiti-covered street during a downpour with the words DRIPPED OUT printed along the top. He still doesn’t entirely understand the pun but that’s fine.] There’s a fascinating article about energy drinks on page twenty.
What April Catch-all
When Throughout April
Where Various
Content Warnings n/a
i. because i like you [closed to shuten clan members]
[Bacon hisses in a pan, fluffy pancakes brown and rise, coffee bubbles away… Childe is the picture of morning industry as he puts together a hearty breakfast. Flour dusts his freckled forearms where his sleeves are rolled up and, as he works, he sips from a glass of orange juice.
Trouble is, this is not his kitchen.
Just the evening before, he had been called to the office of one of the lower ranking families within the Shuten clan. In that smoky room, a highly-strung oni whose name he’s already forgotten had given him an assignment, the name of his partner for the job and the kind of look that only comes in tandem with multiple ulcers and high blood pressure. He’d reassured him that his accomplice would be informed the next afternoon and sent on his way- but that’s not nearly soon enough for Childe. It made perfect sense to deliver the message himself.
Getting in was never going to be an issue; security had clearly been given as much consideration when building these apartment blocks as comfort, space and utility, which is to say none at all. Expecting more from hell seems like wishful thinking. Regardless, it served Childe well in this instance. Whether he slipped in through a slightly open window, casually jimmied a lock or talked a spare key out of a bored maintenance worker, he’s currently inside his partner-to-be’s apartment and making himself at home.
Only when he’s put the finishing touches on breakfast does he attempt to wake the real occupant, assuming the noise hasn’t done so already.
And, obviously, he does this by nudging them with his toe, ringing an empty mug with a spoon and, in a voice far too cheery for this time of day, chirping-]
Rise and shine, comrade! Busy day ahead of us!
[Don’t make him drag you out of bed.]
[ooc: lmk if you had anything specifically in mind for their assignment/job or if you want me to just throw whatever at them!]
ii. every dog has his day [open]
[Technology really is marvelous.
After spending his first weeks hand-washing all of his clothes, Childe had finally learned of something unique to this era in the form of a machine that does all the work for you- and a place full of them. The owner of the laundromat explained- in that jaded way that suggests they’ve had this conversation far too many times lately- how everything worked and- in that despairing way that suggests they’ve also had this conversation far too many times lately- warned him not to break anything.
Childe sits cross-legged on the bench at the centre of the room, flipping idly through a magazine as he waits for his first load to finish up. With most of his clothes currently being washed, he’s left in some of the pieces he’d picked up dirt cheap in his first few days here with very little regard for size- which is why he’s had to roll the cuffs of his jeans right up and his t-shirt gapes where he’s leaning forward. It makes for a strange sight; the way the fabric swamps him is far too boyish for his otherwise broad, long-limbed frame and the scars on display only add to the effect.
Not that he seems to care particularly. With a yawn, Childe leans back onto one hand and holds the magazine out to the only other person waiting with him.]
I’m done with this one, if you want it. [The cover depicts a kasa-okabe in sunglasses in a vibrant, graffiti-covered street during a downpour with the words DRIPPED OUT printed along the top. He still doesn’t entirely understand the pun but that’s fine.] There’s a fascinating article about energy drinks on page twenty.
I am sorry for him
...no.
[This is not the redhead he had been...well, not hoping to see, exactly, but. It's not the redhead he knows. Childe is a different redhead. The fantasy!Russia fooled him for a moment because the redhead he's looking for-ish is from Scandinavia.
He lets go of the magazine though, so that Childe may be free.]
Icelandic? Or Norwegian?
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Anyway. It takes him a few moments but Childe quickly works out that he's referring to nationalities.]
Snezhnayan, actually. [He doesn't expect to see any recognition in his eyes but still.] Sorry to disappoint. Which are you?
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It feels like that should sound familiar, but it doesn't.
[Maybe it's some Old World country that was lost to time? Lalli knows that there used to be more to the world than Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, and Finland, so maybe that's a former-neighbor of Scandinavia. There's a whole lot of land out to the east and south, after all, and that globe he saw that one time made the world look even bigger than he had expected.]
Neither. I'm Finnish.
[And actually, since I just checked and characters here can speak their original languages, Lalli will switch over to Finnish for a moment.]
Can you understand what I'm saying right now?
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No, sorry. I didn't catch any of that.
[Just for comparison's sake, he gives it a go himself and slips into Snezhnayan. It's probably an odd experience for anyone with knowledge of eastern European languages- different enough to mark it as foreign but close enough to Russian to be infuriating.]
I don't suppose you're trilingual?
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It sounds kind of like Swedish, but I can't understand the words.
[That is probably the closest he's come to anyone here though, which is Something.
Also for comparison he'll switch to Swedish and say a few things which are not grammatically correct because his Swedish skills are very limited, but it's the same idea: the words mean nothing but the sounds/accents are just barely almost familiar.]
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That's enough making a fool of himself for now. Childe edges further around, swinging one leg over the side of the bench so that he's straddling it and facing Lalli properly.]
I take it you mistook me for someone, then? [He cocks his head to the side.] Or... maybe not someone specific but from your world?
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[Lalli has Feelings about Reynir's hairstyle choices, ok?
He's still sitting in his spot properly, not quite turning as much as Childe is. But he's watching Childe and has his attention on him anyway, just at a sideways angle.]
There's not a lot of people here that look like they could be from Scandinavia.
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What's wrong with a braid? [This time, the way he has his head tilted looks almost puppylike.] They can look quite distinguished.
[Look, he comes from a world where rat tails seem to be the hairstyle of choice, don't judge him.]
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[There is a distinct pettiness to Lalli's voice. Maybe he just finds this guy distasteful all around? It's possible.]
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Maybe it's a good thing I'm not whoever it is you mistook me for...!
[The washing machine beeps. Throwing Lalli a grin, he hauls himself to his feet and heads over to where his basket is waiting. There's nothing particular unusual about the clothes he unloads- slacks, shirts, various bits and pieces- but it's the glint of something attached to his belt as he leans forward that stands out.]
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[At a surface level. I'm laughing internally because I know genshin and Childe is a stinkman, but Lalli doesn't know that.
Lalli's clothes are still washing, so he doesn't get up quite yet. But the glint of something does catch his eye, and he's looking over to see what the shiny is.]
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[The clothes go straight in the laundry bag he's brought with him and it's only as he gets up to transfer them to the dryer that he notices Lalli peering at his belt. Of course, he's not going to supply any explanation himself- why do that when teasing him is more fun?]
Something catch your interest?
[Because clearly he was looking at the flash of abs where the knotted bottom of his shirt lifts and not the very interesting gem beneath it.]
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But Lalli actually doesn't have much of a concept of 'personal space' when he's the one intruding on someone else's space, so he doesn't realize that his staring might make someone uncomfortable. When his curiosity has been caught, he tends to continue along with whatever he's doing until someone tells him to back off or pay attention to what's around him.]
It's glowing.
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[Not as much as he'd like, really. Childe has been here a month and he still has only a fraction of the powers he's used to- and that was fine at first. He always welcomes a challenge and there was something refreshing about having to work with a stripped down arsenal, so to speak, but it's starting to grate. His Vision was recognition of his ambition, his Delusion of loyalty and Foul Legacy of his relentless thirst for battle and victory. Each was earned with blood.
No, it isn't a fear of weakness that makes him resent his dampened powers, it's his wounded pride.
Still, Lalli isn't to know that.]
It's called a Vision- a blessing from the gods in a physical form. [As he speaks, he tosses clothes into the machine.] We seem to be out of their view here, though. It hasn't worked as it should since I arrived.
[There's no harm in offering up that much; even if the information were used against him, Childe is confident in his strength.]
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You're a mage.
[Which is, hilariously, another thing Childe has in common with Lalli's redheaded friend from home. But regardless, Childe keeps getting more and more interesting with each passing moment. Lalli will straighten up in his chair now and stop staring at Childe's belt.]
Who are you?