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judgementor) wrote in middaeg2020-06-15 07:37 pm
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[OPEN]
Who: Red Wine & OPEN.
When: Iuneril.
Where: Aefenglom & the Wilde.
What: Catch-all for the month -- sew n sews, silent forest, other things. Contact me at hardtostarboard#7737 on Discord, or at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Warnings: Will add as needed.
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i. Sew N Sews
ii. an unexpected friend
iii. The Silent Forest (post-full moon)
vi. wildcard
When: Iuneril.
Where: Aefenglom & the Wilde.
What: Catch-all for the month -- sew n sews, silent forest, other things. Contact me at hardtostarboard#7737 on Discord, or at
Warnings: Will add as needed.
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i. Sew N Sews
No, trust me.
[Red Wine leans forwards in his chair while the young woman in front of him looks down doubtfully at what he has her wearing. It looks like a little too much fabric for its intended purpose, though not by much, but the vampire is clearly confident about it.]
Anyone who insists that less is always more just doesn't know how to put an outfit together. [Quickly, he slips the blunt end of two pins between his lips and gestures her closer with another, adjusting the way the fabric falls.] And that leaving something to the imagination can be just as tantalising as not.
[He sits back in his chair and she turns for him, the fabric he chose flowing out and showing off exactly what might have only been in the imagination before.]
You see? What did I tell you. [A glance goes across to the nearest person, someone walking by or engaged in the same thing he's doing.] Are you enjoying yourself?
ii. an unexpected friend
[Is this how you get a cat?
A small black feline with a crooked tail has been following Red Wine for the past hour, after he (perhaps foolishly) gave it some fish and thought nothing of it. It followed him across the entire length of the docks, where Red Wine paused more than once to trade barbs with sailors and traders who recognise him with ease by now. It followed him through the streets, past rickety houses and into the less run-down districts, all the way to Caren's home--
(but, no, it's not Caren's home anymore, is it)
-- where the vampire stops and turns around in exasperation at the little creature that sits down a few feet away from him and meows plaintively.]
What. [He says, crouching down and extending his hand. The cat runs in immediately, rubbing up against his fingers.] I can't just take you in, you know. The last time I adopted a stray, she stuck around for the next century.
iii. The Silent Forest (post-full moon)
[It's easier. He doesn't feel like his mind is going to fly apart. The waning moon sends silvery light in shafts through the trees and he can hear the quiet murmurs of the small camp not too far away. The infection is still heavy here, but the group of witches that he and other monsters have volunteered to guard appear to have made some progress.
He isn't sure he would call it notable progress.
A shadow moves in the corner of his eye, and he draws his sword with the shivering sound of sliding metal. His eyes narrow, his vision far clearer in the dark than it used to be, and he subtly turns one foot against the earth. It could be a shade... but the shades aren't always so smart.]
Show yourself. [Red Wine says, an even-voiced command into the darkness.] Slowly.
vi. wildcard
[Contact me at hardtostarboard#7737,
an unexpected friend!
Point being that when she sees a kitty dart past her feet, seemingly making a beeline for the person its been following for the last... however long, she instinctively wants to follow it.
And she follows it right to a familiar face. ]
... You had a hundred year old cat?
[ There's nothing but surprises in your world, Red Wine. ]
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No, she was another Food Soul.
[Gingerbread. Would they have even considered taking her with them if not for the wishes of her master attendant? Would she have even considered coming with them?]
I suppose I have a soft spot for strays.
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That sounds like something daddy would say. [ She laughs at her own comment, because it really is too easy to imagine daddy ending up loaded with strays. ] Do you know what you're going to call it?
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[He's never had a pet. Never had occasion to have a pet, but there's something comforting about the rumbling purrs of the feline in his arms. It doesn't seem to mind being held at all.]
Why don't you help me think of a name?
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... And maybe pet its little kitty head. ]
Hm. [ It doesn't look like a Bullet... ] What about Duke?
[ The first thing to pop into her head, really. ]
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[He gives the cat a look, makes a thoughtful sound, rubs the animal under its chin with one curled forefinger...]
I don't know that it's a boy. [He muses. Clearly, he is taking this very seriously.]
But that isn't a bad name.
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[ That's not the equivalent, Trucy. ]
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Indeed, why not. Cats will choose which name they answer to, regardless.
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And sometimes not even then. I used to have to pick Bullet up and drag him on stage all the time!
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[Or not, if Red Wine knows anything about cats. He huffs out a soft breath.]
It's getting late. Do you need escorting home?
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Escorting? Isn't that a princely term? She's always kind of thought he dressed a bit like a prince, really. And while she's certainly old enough to escort herself home, what young lady doesn't want to be escorted by a prince? ]
Oh! Please. [ Smiles are nothing new for Trucy, but there's a particular edge of excitement to her tone as she answers, blue eyes sparkling. ] I live in one of the cottages. This way!
[ Just follow her down the road. ]
i.
[if it takes him a moment to figure out that the question is directed at him, it's because his eyes are deliberately averted. wei wuxian has always been open-minded, this coming from a place where elders count that as a flaw. he easily adapted to different food and different alcohol and different styles of dress (even if he's kept his usual dark robes.)
but one glance at the lady's outfit proves that he's not as shameless as everyone always thought, at least not in some ways. sigh. his reputation as the yiling patriarch would be ruined. but better that than his marriage.]
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[He waves off the young woman he had been working with - for now anyway, he might want to see her again later - and he turns his attention to the young male who replied to him. It hasn't been unusual, he's realised, for people who walk in here to do so with visible embarrassment, but he hasn't really given much time towards considering it until now.
This is another one with his eyes on the floor, or the walls, or anywhere except on the lovely figures around him, so he asks--]
Why are you here, then?
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[wei wuxian glances his way, realizing then that the young woman has left. a sigh escapes him before he turns fully his way.]
I was looking for a place that might make robes.
[this might not be it...though he wouldn't mind seeing lan zhan in an outfit like the lady was wearing either.]
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[Red Wine has time, he thinks, before someone else comes along. He turns a faintly amused expression up at Wei Wuxian, both eyebrows slightly raised.]
I take it that you missed the sign outside before you came in.
[Perhaps he just saw people carrying cloth inside and didn't know what the place was? It's possible...]
ii.
One way or another, he's relieved when the guy turns around and speaks up because that immediately clarifies this isn't a case of cat abandonment. That comment though... ]
A hundred years? [ .... ] Was it a magical cat?
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No.
[He says, and the cat decides now is the time to loop around his ankles, tail flicking against his legs.]
It wasn't a cat at all. Another one of my kind, rather.
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Your kind?
[ Elaborate pls. ]
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[As far as he knows, he and Steak are the only two.
But he is already aware of Keith's familiarity with Steak. The way he shifts posture doesn't go unnoticed.]
Her name is Gingerbread. She might find it amusing if I named a cat after her.
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[ The question is posed with mild curiosity which is how you know he doesn't secretly hate Steak, despite the grumping. ]
That's at least a better name for a cat than Her Impurrial Pawrincess Nyatalia Meowington the Sixth
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[Never really with a nice thing to say about Steak (until someone else tries to insult him), despite the strangeness between them at the moment.
He gives the cat another look.]
Pawrincess, hmm. Maybe Catrick for a male. If I keep it.
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It seems to like you.
[ A beat. ]
Why's that unfortunate though? Seems like a decent guy to me.
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It's unfortunate because Steak is an uncultured, blundering fool.
[Said as someone who has known him for many, many years. 'Fool' is by far not the most insulting thing he could call him.]
His saving grace is that there are worse Food Souls to be imprisoned with.
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Yeah, he's a bit of a bullheaded grouch, but he's a good guy.
[ He says with all the expertise of having known Steak for a few months as opposed to the years RW has here, but shh. ]
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Of course, he would never actually phrase it that way.]
And I'm sure you've known him long enough to be able to give a full and accurate review of his character. I happen to have been acquainted with Steak for over two hundred years.
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If you've known him for that long and you can't even give him that he's a decent guy, you're just not a good judge of character.
Unless you're suggesting that he's nefariously playing 3D chess? [ Which is kind of funny considering Steak's disposition?? But. ] What's your beef with him?
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Steak is terrible at chess.
[The point needs to be made. He really is quite poor at it - brute force doesn't work with a game of skill.]
My 'beef' with him, as you put it, is none of your business. [Though, he will concede-] But I did not say that he wasn't 'decent'. He's a blustering idiot. The two don't have to fall hand in hand.
sexy not sexy
And, as Steak walks right into the room where Red Wine is working, it's with a most undignified choking sound and the abrupt turning of his head as his ears flush pink.
N o p e. This is not happening. He is not walking into Red Wine doing... this. ]
Wh— [ Sorry about this, model, he's just trying to not look in your direction. ] What the hell is this about?!
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[What did Steak think this was going to be when he invited him here? Red Wine rolls his eyes and beckons him over, first almost politely and then irritably when it becomes obvious that he's looking everywhere except for in Red Wine's direction.]
Come here, and stop being ridiculous. There's nothing shameful about the female form.
[The clothes, on the other hand...]
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I didn't say there was! [ But when it comes down to it, he's much more experienced with the concept of averting ones eyes from a half undressed woman than being asked to look. Or... help. Whatever Red Wine has in mind for helping. ]
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Sit down here, I want your opinion on the next one.
[Red Wine, wanting Steak's opinion? He's clearly winding him up, and it's so deliberate, and he isn't even trying to hide the fact.]
You can manage that, can't you.
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[ C'mon, Red Wine, even Steak isn't going to buy that. He knows what you think of his fashion. ]
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[Look, maybe he just wanted to see if Steak would even come in here. Maybe his need to troll him has been satisfied by the cringing he's done so far...
Maybe. But there's always room for more.]
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But don't say you didn't know what you were getting into when you asked for his opinion. ]
It looks like a costume. [ I.E., that anything Steak says regarding fashion is useless. ] What's the problem?
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[Is he just drawing this out for his own entertainment? Yes. Probably.]
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Ahem.
... You were saying? ]
Shouldn't that be up to her?
[ If she wants to wear less, that's her decision. ]
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[Honestly, Steak, don't you know where you are?]
So, answer the question.
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I think she looks fine as is.
[ Is he now just stubbornly refusing to answer the question because Red Wine is a bastard? Maybe. ]
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[Given that what she is wearing is what Red Wine put her in, he'll take the compliment.]
Go on, miss. Don't worry, I won't be insulted if you decide to make adjustments.
[He flashes her a winning smile and she blushes as she leaves, then he rolls his eyes at Steak.]
You need to work on your compliments.
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[ You can't pull the wool over his eyes, Red Wine. You weren't looking for him to give compliments. You were just looking to make him feel like a fool. ]
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[Steak backs himself into a corner without much need of any help from Red Wine at all, and he's all too happy to jump on the opportunity to pin him down in it.]
She's only here trying to do her job, Steak. There's no need to be so ungallant.