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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.]
c
or he’d thought it was, at least. it isn’t until he reaches the alley that he recognizes what it is his steps had traced: the familiar scent of blood, settling unpleasant at the back of his throat. this wasn’t usually common for him, even back home; his interest and lust for blood was weak, and he hadn’t been attracted by blood lately. had something changed, here? had his new, monsterish habits begun to mix badly with his natural, vampiric ones . . . ?
he’d resolved to maybe keep his nose out of the matter (probably bottled blood just from a witch’s apocathery in the alley, he reasons), until he hears a hiss. he peers into the alley, and after a moment his eyes adjust to the shape of a hunched form. after another yank from its chest, it’s clear what it was the person was doing (to themselves), and he pauses, lips pursed.
it isn’t—not really—his business, but . . . )
. . . You’ll only scar yourself like that, you know. ( he steps into the alley, tentative, to get a better look at him. ) Worse yet, your scent will attract something worse along.
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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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The flower smells nice.
Hm.]
...Do you say those things to everyone?
Or just me?
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[Poor Mukuro. He's already attached. He considers her his friend and there is no going back now. He still holds out the flower to her, waiting for her to take it.]
Where are you headed? Are you preparing for the festival too?
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[Special? She stops walking. A sharp exhale.]
...Not doing anything. [Which might be a lie. It’s hard to tell when her tone is so hard to place.]
I was tired of sitting still.
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[Mostly because he's still learning about this interesting world. He wants to do everything all at the same time. It's sometimes a bit too much to handle but he manages somehow.]
Well, if you're not going to any place in particular, you could always help me out! We need all the hands we can get, after all.
[He gives Mukuro one of his winning smiles.]
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...Okay. [She’s returns his smile with one of her winning blank stares.]
Do you need me to get rid if someone for you?
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[No murder please! He's had enough death for his lifetime, thanks!]
I meant you can still help me out with more of these festival preparations. There is still lots to be done, after all.
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[. . .]
But I can try. I’m capable at assembling weapons and artillery, which are possibly transferable skills.
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[Ryoji walks away for a bit before he comes back carrying two smaller wreathes. One is decorated with lavender while the other is decorated with peonies. He holds both of them out to her.]
Which one of these screams everlasting romance to you. I'm not too well versed in the language of flowers so it playing it off by looks alone should be sufficient, right?
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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?