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[Open] 001. Simplicity
Who: Ryoji & You!
When: Early June
Where: Plenty of places!
What: Flowers, Onion Chasing and Feather Plucking
Warnings: Feather plucking which is NOT good for him.
( a. wreathes and roses )
[Ryoji is always happy to help with these sort of things. Especially things relating to flowers. He finds all of them to be quite beautiful and knowing each one always meant a different thing certainly had him interested in the so called "language of flowers". He wished he could speak it so he could be sure that they had meaning for the next time he ever got any for someone.
He is assigned the job of hanging up some flower wreathes which seems easy enough. Simple jobs seem a lot more fitting for him considering there's nothing special about him. So far, anyways. He's glad that's the case since he likes being human. Just human. At least for the time being before he may or may not be forcefully returned back to his world. Where he's dead and will continue to exist in the nothingness that he'd grown so accustomed to seeing.
But he decides to not think about that. Instead he turns his attention to the beautiful person that walks past and plucks a flower from one of wreathes. It won't be missed. Probably.
He holds out the rose as they pass, a bright smile on his face.]
A beautiful flower for a beautiful person!
( b. out shopping )
[Buying food. Like actual groceries!
It is new to Ryoji. He doesn't think he's ever really had the time to do it before. Eating fast food mainly kept him sustained during his short time as a human back in his world but he never really got groceries before. It is such an exciting experience. He wants to try and actually cook something. Maybe he'll be like an actual chef? Who knows! He can only find out himself if he tries hard enough.
Ryoji is picking up an onion, a common thing that seems to be used for cooking, and held it in his hand to inspect it. It seems to be well enough. He is about to pay for it when someone bumps his shoulder and the onion goes soaring out of his hand and begins rolling down the street.
Ryoji quickly begins to runs after it but it almost seems too fast.]
Quick! Stop that onion! Onion on the run!
( c. silent night )
[It's dark out. The streets are quiet and those who are not fans of staying up late are asleep in their beds.
But Ryoji? Ryoji isn't sleeping. Actually he's in a lot of pain. It started off with a slight itching sensation on his sides. At first he thought it was nothing too serious. After a quick scratch, it would usually just disappear and then he'd continue on with his day. But then it slowly grew into a real problem. He thought it may have been an allergic reaction to something but that only left him with questions about he were even capable of having allergies like a normal human.
It didn't take long before he finally saw the cause of his itching. Black feathers seemed to have begun growing on the lower parts of his body.
Now, in the darkness of a small alleyway, he sat shirtless and in pain as he plucked each feather that he came across. But each one he plucked, another one seemed to appear right before his eyes much to his annoyance. Small droplets of blood welled up on each spot that a feather got plucked from.
Anyone passing the alleyway would be able to hear the small hisses of pain coming from Ryoji.]
When: Early June
Where: Plenty of places!
What: Flowers, Onion Chasing and Feather Plucking
Warnings: Feather plucking which is NOT good for him.
( a. wreathes and roses )
[Ryoji is always happy to help with these sort of things. Especially things relating to flowers. He finds all of them to be quite beautiful and knowing each one always meant a different thing certainly had him interested in the so called "language of flowers". He wished he could speak it so he could be sure that they had meaning for the next time he ever got any for someone.
He is assigned the job of hanging up some flower wreathes which seems easy enough. Simple jobs seem a lot more fitting for him considering there's nothing special about him. So far, anyways. He's glad that's the case since he likes being human. Just human. At least for the time being before he may or may not be forcefully returned back to his world. Where he's dead and will continue to exist in the nothingness that he'd grown so accustomed to seeing.
But he decides to not think about that. Instead he turns his attention to the beautiful person that walks past and plucks a flower from one of wreathes. It won't be missed. Probably.
He holds out the rose as they pass, a bright smile on his face.]
A beautiful flower for a beautiful person!
( b. out shopping )
[Buying food. Like actual groceries!
It is new to Ryoji. He doesn't think he's ever really had the time to do it before. Eating fast food mainly kept him sustained during his short time as a human back in his world but he never really got groceries before. It is such an exciting experience. He wants to try and actually cook something. Maybe he'll be like an actual chef? Who knows! He can only find out himself if he tries hard enough.
Ryoji is picking up an onion, a common thing that seems to be used for cooking, and held it in his hand to inspect it. It seems to be well enough. He is about to pay for it when someone bumps his shoulder and the onion goes soaring out of his hand and begins rolling down the street.
Ryoji quickly begins to runs after it but it almost seems too fast.]
Quick! Stop that onion! Onion on the run!
( c. silent night )
[It's dark out. The streets are quiet and those who are not fans of staying up late are asleep in their beds.
But Ryoji? Ryoji isn't sleeping. Actually he's in a lot of pain. It started off with a slight itching sensation on his sides. At first he thought it was nothing too serious. After a quick scratch, it would usually just disappear and then he'd continue on with his day. But then it slowly grew into a real problem. He thought it may have been an allergic reaction to something but that only left him with questions about he were even capable of having allergies like a normal human.
It didn't take long before he finally saw the cause of his itching. Black feathers seemed to have begun growing on the lower parts of his body.
Now, in the darkness of a small alleyway, he sat shirtless and in pain as he plucked each feather that he came across. But each one he plucked, another one seemed to appear right before his eyes much to his annoyance. Small droplets of blood welled up on each spot that a feather got plucked from.
Anyone passing the alleyway would be able to hear the small hisses of pain coming from Ryoji.]
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It's fine. I don't mind a little scarring.
[He'd endure anything to rid himself of these hideous black feathers. He doesn't want them nor did he ask for them. He doesn't want any reminders of his past.]
But my...scent? I doubt it would be very appetizing to anyone with a sense of taste.
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mmm. rei isn't one to criticize someone's choice in beauty (or lack thereof). he presumes that ryoji is one especially averse to his monster traits . . . which is not something rei doesn't understand, though he's resisted the intrusive thought that suggests he . . . remove them by force, while they remain few, as this gentleman does. )
I refer to the scent of blood. While I don't deny yours is particularly odd . . . ( he trails off briefly, as if he means to elaborate on it, but he can't articulate it just yet, ) . . . Perhaps someone particularly desperate might think to bite first, assess later.
( a beat, and he sighs, brushing some hair behind his ear. this wouldn't be a long-term solution, but... )
Though still a novice, I've taken up work at an apothecary. Would you prefer a formula that might force a molt, instead?