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eudaimonikos) wrote2021-09-06 04:23 pm
eudaimonikos) wrote2021-09-06 04:23 pm
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Hello, this is Michael. I can't pick up right now, please leave a message.
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Hello, this is Michael. I can't pick up right now, please leave a message.
code creditWell, it's as big as it needs to be, and there's plenty to do. Literally anything, really.
[Michael seems mildly confused at the notion that a hundred years is enough time to reach total ennui?]
I think the constant influx of new people is really what we need, though. That was definitely one of the big problems before, lack of new people and ideas. [.....] But yeah, yeah. Honestly, I was too busy back home to practice as much as I should've, but it seems like you really might as well.
[Michael seems mildly confused at the notion that a hundred years is enough time to reach total ennui?]
I think the constant influx of new people is really what we need, though. That was definitely one of the big problems before, lack of new people and ideas. [.....] But yeah, yeah. Honestly, I was too busy back home to practice as much as I should've, but it seems like you really might as well.
[Maul's fiendish delight in the holiday means he's once again broken into people's houses and used all the stealth he possesses to leave those he likes a gift or two. Sometimes, he even goes right down the chimney like a demented version of Santa Claus. He leaves Michael's gift where he knows he'll find it, along with a short note.]
This seems suited to your tastes. Merry Christmas. ~Maul
This seems suited to your tastes. Merry Christmas. ~Maul
[Well, Michael's kinda out of commission around Christmas anyway, but he'll get to this eventually.]
Hey, thanks for the book!
[Seems like he fully doesn't care about the breaking and entering!]
Hey, thanks for the book!
[Seems like he fully doesn't care about the breaking and entering!]
You're welcome. You always seem so fascinated by humanity, so I thought this would be something you appreciate.
[Sometimes it's good to be friends with other sentient beings who have completely different concepts of what proper boundaries should look like, especially since Maul was never taught any growing up.]
[Sometimes it's good to be friends with other sentient beings who have completely different concepts of what proper boundaries should look like, especially since Maul was never taught any growing up.]
Uoh, hey. Hey, so-- So would it be okay if someone stayed over the house for a while? Since Vyng and the squad are out at the farm for a bit, I can actually use the living room, and they can stay up in my room an...
[he hesitates, then exhales.]
There's this kid I know. Jun. He's all by himself out here, and...he's going through a lot. The place he's at right now is...not good at all. So. Until he can get his feet under him, a better place to go...
[he hesitates, then exhales.]
There's this kid I know. Jun. He's all by himself out here, and...he's going through a lot. The place he's at right now is...not good at all. So. Until he can get his feet under him, a better place to go...
Oh! Yeah, of course! That's not a problem at all. Did he just get here, or...?
Well, yeah, of course. Like you said, we've got the space. You wanna introduce us? I should let Eleanor know he's chill.
[true to his word, twenty-ish minutes or so later Manabu's coming home with a kid who looks no older than fourteen - a bit worse for wear, but at least he's gotten some sleep under his belt.
Manabu opens the door and peeks in, while Magnet trots on in no problem.]
Michael? You still here? It's me.
[im pinginicanhearscreams to tag in hol up c: ]
Manabu opens the door and peeks in, while Magnet trots on in no problem.]
Michael? You still here? It's me.
[im pingin
icanhearscreams to tag in hol up c: ][The teen has some ruffled hair, but besides looking a bit thin he seems okay enough. Maybe annoyed, but that’s his usual expression as anyone who knows him learns quickly. A golden retriever follows at his heels, looking pleased with himself.]
Uh. Hello. I’m - Jun Ushiro.
[This guy doesn’t look Japanese, so western order it is.]
[He shifts a little uncomfortably, not knowing what else to say.]
I’ll try to not be much of a bother.
Uh. Hello. I’m - Jun Ushiro.
[This guy doesn’t look Japanese, so western order it is.]
[He shifts a little uncomfortably, not knowing what else to say.]
I’ll try to not be much of a bother.
Hi, Jun. I'm Michael.
[He smiles, standing and offering a handshake.]
It's fine. You've got a dog too, huh? That should be interesting - Eleanor!
[The call was sort of unnecessary; a huge Warg comes trotting into the room pretty quickly.]
Eleanor, these are friends of ours. [SHE'S GONNA SNIFF THAT TINY WARG]
[He smiles, standing and offering a handshake.]
It's fine. You've got a dog too, huh? That should be interesting - Eleanor!
[The call was sort of unnecessary; a huge Warg comes trotting into the room pretty quickly.]
Eleanor, these are friends of ours. [SHE'S GONNA SNIFF THAT TINY WARG]
[Manabu's smile twitches at the sight of Eleanor. god. that hideous thing. he gives Jun's shoulder a reassuring squeeze as the beast lumbers over while Magnet growl-groans a little don't fuck this up at the warg.]
Ye-yeah...lots of...dogs. In this house.
Ye-yeah...lots of...dogs. In this house.
Wh -
[Oh. Hello... very large dog. He reaches out a hand for her to sniff, if she wants. His omen sniffs back at her, and then gives a short bark of greeting. Hello, new friend!]
I... guess that's okay.
[He doesn't have much of a choice, but it's. Fine.]
It's... nice to meet you, Michael.
[He's pretty sure, at least.]
[Oh. Hello... very large dog. He reaches out a hand for her to sniff, if she wants. His omen sniffs back at her, and then gives a short bark of greeting. Hello, new friend!]
I... guess that's okay.
[He doesn't have much of a choice, but it's. Fine.]
It's... nice to meet you, Michael.
[He's pretty sure, at least.]
Yeah, you too.
[Why does Manabu have such a grudge against Eleanor? She sniffs politely, and doesn't really bark back because that's more a dog than a Warg thing, but she does sit. It's fine!]
[Why does Manabu have such a grudge against Eleanor? She sniffs politely, and doesn't really bark back because that's more a dog than a Warg thing, but she does sit. It's fine!]
[idk MAYBE BC ELEANOR HAS CHASED HIM AROUND THE YARD ONCE OR TWICE BEFORE, MICHAEL.
in any case, Manabu's relieved to see the initial interactions going pretty well, and shoots Michael an appreciative look.]
Mn, like I said: Jun'll stay upstairs in my room for a bit. So seeing him around shouldn't be much of a surprise. [to Jun, before he can protest:] And we keep the place stocked up with food and things, so feel free to help yourself if no one's already got anything made up, okay? I know you're good for it.
Oh, yeah! I mentioned Michael's shop before, right? If you wanna get a few changes of clothes, Michael's the guy to set you up.
in any case, Manabu's relieved to see the initial interactions going pretty well, and shoots Michael an appreciative look.]
Mn, like I said: Jun'll stay upstairs in my room for a bit. So seeing him around shouldn't be much of a surprise. [to Jun, before he can protest:] And we keep the place stocked up with food and things, so feel free to help yourself if no one's already got anything made up, okay? I know you're good for it.
Oh, yeah! I mentioned Michael's shop before, right? If you wanna get a few changes of clothes, Michael's the guy to set you up.
[Oh. Good... dog? He's still not sure what she is, but it seems rude to ask.]
... Okay.
[If Manabu's going to insist, then he'll do it. He can feed himself, fortunately. He won't need someone else to cook for him.]
Oh? I should head over there at some point. I kind of... only have one pair of pants.
... Okay.
[If Manabu's going to insist, then he'll do it. He can feed himself, fortunately. He won't need someone else to cook for him.]
Oh? I should head over there at some point. I kind of... only have one pair of pants.
Gross.
[Michael comments, before peering at Jun's pants for a second. Then he snaps his fingers. Bam! Roughly identical pair of pants.]
There you go. And yeah, do what you want with the food, I don't really eat anyway. All the raw meat is Eleanor's, but I doubt anyone wants that.
[It's not all, like, the human-consumption cuts.]
[Michael comments, before peering at Jun's pants for a second. Then he snaps his fingers. Bam! Roughly identical pair of pants.]
There you go. And yeah, do what you want with the food, I don't really eat anyway. All the raw meat is Eleanor's, but I doubt anyone wants that.
[It's not all, like, the human-consumption cuts.]
[aa--right. the...the entrails. he forgot. Manabu laughs weakly, rubbing the back of his head. hopefully Jun doesn't run screaming, but if he hasn't by now? he likely won't.]
De-definitely not. Don't worry, Eleanor: No one's gonna mess with that stuff.
De-definitely not. Don't worry, Eleanor: No one's gonna mess with that stuff.
[He stares at Michael, then at the pants. He takes the pants, obviously in a little bit of shock.]
Uh. Thank... thank you.
[He clears his throat a little. Hold it together, Jun.]
You don't eat... okay. And yeah, I'm... not going to touch raw meat if it looks like something a dog would eat. Or... whatever she is, technically.
[He is not a fantasy book reader.]
Uh. Thank... thank you.
[He clears his throat a little. Hold it together, Jun.]
You don't eat... okay. And yeah, I'm... not going to touch raw meat if it looks like something a dog would eat. Or... whatever she is, technically.
[He is not a fantasy book reader.]
Pretty sure she's just a big wolf. They did used to be a lot bigger, back in the day...
[He means like, the Ice Age. He does not explain this!]
[He means like, the Ice Age. He does not explain this!]
[with a twitching eyelid:] A-and if she were any bigger, she'd not fit in the door.
But--yeah. I can't think of any other heads' up...unless Vyng and his squad come back? [he blinks, looking at Michael, uncertain, before smiling back at Jun with a hapless shrug.] And if they do, they pitch a tent in the living room over there, so you won't be bothering them.
Any questions?
But--yeah. I can't think of any other heads' up...unless Vyng and his squad come back? [he blinks, looking at Michael, uncertain, before smiling back at Jun with a hapless shrug.] And if they do, they pitch a tent in the living room over there, so you won't be bothering them.
Any questions?
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