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noblegarnet) wrote in middaeg2020-11-01 03:12 pm
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[open] 🔶 settling in
Who: Ferran & you, feat. vegetanimals
When: Noveuer
Where: Aefenglom
What: Samuin fireworks moping, fairy dust gathering, shopping for fashion, gathering cute plants, architectural illusions & more.
Warnings: Nothing so far.
A. 1st-2nd
[The full moons finally come, and Ferran is left restless, anxious and moody, dealing with an unsettling amount of what feels like fur on his back. While it and his scales' emergence has so far been painless, it's just a further reminder of what else he might have to undergo in the future. There's so much uncertainty that no amount of research can resolve, no matter how much work he puts into it.
He's not exactly interested in celebrating the holiday he's been hearing about, or in thinking about his weaknesses, but the Samuin festivities line up with the week that frays his nerves, and he nonetheless finds himself wandering out to watch the fireworks if just to have a distraction.
By the time anyone finds him on one of Aefenglom's rooftops, he's wrapped himself in a blanket to the point only his pale, gloomy-looking face is visible. If this event is supposed to be solemn, well... he's got that in spades. Maybe try to get him to lighten up?]
B. 3rd-7th idk
[Anyone making their way through the central area of the Haven might come across a brown-haired young man standing under the entryway of a large home with the door already open, although he hasn't stepped in yet. He's got his sleeves rolled up, displaying the faint red fairy scales on his wrists and elbows, and he's carrying a coarse brush, a number of glass bottles, and a bag. He seems to be deliberating something until he notices the passerby, at which point he calls out to see if they might have some time on their hands.]
Would you mind helping me for a minute?
C. 7th-11th
[One Ferran with rainbow-swirls on his hands and the faint scales on his wrists largely missing is now ready for the most important part of getting acclimated to a new place: shopping.
With a bag of hygiene products over his shoulder, a few of them scented enough to be smelled outside their packaging, he ends up browsing several clothing shops and tailors, but he spends the most time looking into nice-looking gloves, boots with heels, and fur-lined cloaks and capes. The bridge coat he's currently wearing is certainly warm enough for the winter he's used to, but the temperatures here are dropping even further, and with his future changes, it's not exactly going to be wearable... which sucks. He likes this coat a lot! So he wants to suitable replacements that are going to last a good, long while.
To anyone nearby, he might turn to and ask:]
Do you know anything about the quality here?
D. 7th-13th
[The moment Ferran spots a vegetable creature, he feels a surge of delight that he hasn't felt in a very long time.
He must have them.
And so, he can easily be found tracking down the critters, a watering can in hand as he tries to entice them out of hiding with whistles, chittering and the classic cat whisper (TM). He's patient with all of them, even if it ends up taking half an hour for a single creature. With animals, you have to follow through in order to get things done, even if they also happen to be plants.
If anyone he comes across happens to be chasing or being overly loud trying to catch one, they'll find the brown-haired young man admonishing them.]
Are you trying to get them to make more of a mess?
[Or, he can be found later—although the look on his face isn't exactly bright, the fact that he's carrying several varieties of plant-animals in his arms, including a spinach owl sitting on his shoulder, probably gives off the impression that he really likes the things. The fact that they aren't trying to flee is a pretty good indication that it's reciprocated, too.]
You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a child-proof gate, would you?
[Does Aefenglom even have that sort of thing yet... it seems so simple, surely they do. It's worth a shot.]
E. 9th-15th
[With two bonds with witches and several monster-led classes under his belt, Ferran is certain he can do something—even if the magic that he can feel tingling under the surface isn't the solid, reliable connection to his gem, it's similar enough for him to get the idea. He also doesn't know if it'll actually be of any use, but there's no harm in trying, and he can only do so much part time work before he tires himself out.
At his expansive home in the Haven, he starts trying to glamor the outside, a wave of his hand accompanied by glittering red lights. Any passersby might see him changing something as simple as the color of the front door, all the way up to ornate, floral carvings on the outer walls, or symmetrical stained glass patterns in the windows in a myriad of colors.
It only lasts for a minute or so every time, but it's certainly a start.]
Wildcard.
[OOC: Check out Ferran's info over here, and hit me up over pm or at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
lumieresdedragon and we can figure something else out, or I can write you a starter! Generally, this month Ferran can be found: researching a number of topics in available libraries, staring into space at cafes, buying groceries, and doing detail-oriented part-time work like tailoring, organizing and bookkeeping. Maybe even at your business!]
When: Noveuer
Where: Aefenglom
What: Samuin fireworks moping, fairy dust gathering, shopping for fashion, gathering cute plants, architectural illusions & more.
Warnings: Nothing so far.
A. 1st-2nd
[The full moons finally come, and Ferran is left restless, anxious and moody, dealing with an unsettling amount of what feels like fur on his back. While it and his scales' emergence has so far been painless, it's just a further reminder of what else he might have to undergo in the future. There's so much uncertainty that no amount of research can resolve, no matter how much work he puts into it.
He's not exactly interested in celebrating the holiday he's been hearing about, or in thinking about his weaknesses, but the Samuin festivities line up with the week that frays his nerves, and he nonetheless finds himself wandering out to watch the fireworks if just to have a distraction.
By the time anyone finds him on one of Aefenglom's rooftops, he's wrapped himself in a blanket to the point only his pale, gloomy-looking face is visible. If this event is supposed to be solemn, well... he's got that in spades. Maybe try to get him to lighten up?]
B. 3rd-7th idk
[Anyone making their way through the central area of the Haven might come across a brown-haired young man standing under the entryway of a large home with the door already open, although he hasn't stepped in yet. He's got his sleeves rolled up, displaying the faint red fairy scales on his wrists and elbows, and he's carrying a coarse brush, a number of glass bottles, and a bag. He seems to be deliberating something until he notices the passerby, at which point he calls out to see if they might have some time on their hands.]
Would you mind helping me for a minute?
C. 7th-11th
[One Ferran with rainbow-swirls on his hands and the faint scales on his wrists largely missing is now ready for the most important part of getting acclimated to a new place: shopping.
With a bag of hygiene products over his shoulder, a few of them scented enough to be smelled outside their packaging, he ends up browsing several clothing shops and tailors, but he spends the most time looking into nice-looking gloves, boots with heels, and fur-lined cloaks and capes. The bridge coat he's currently wearing is certainly warm enough for the winter he's used to, but the temperatures here are dropping even further, and with his future changes, it's not exactly going to be wearable... which sucks. He likes this coat a lot! So he wants to suitable replacements that are going to last a good, long while.
To anyone nearby, he might turn to and ask:]
Do you know anything about the quality here?
D. 7th-13th
[The moment Ferran spots a vegetable creature, he feels a surge of delight that he hasn't felt in a very long time.
He must have them.
And so, he can easily be found tracking down the critters, a watering can in hand as he tries to entice them out of hiding with whistles, chittering and the classic cat whisper (TM). He's patient with all of them, even if it ends up taking half an hour for a single creature. With animals, you have to follow through in order to get things done, even if they also happen to be plants.
If anyone he comes across happens to be chasing or being overly loud trying to catch one, they'll find the brown-haired young man admonishing them.]
Are you trying to get them to make more of a mess?
[Or, he can be found later—although the look on his face isn't exactly bright, the fact that he's carrying several varieties of plant-animals in his arms, including a spinach owl sitting on his shoulder, probably gives off the impression that he really likes the things. The fact that they aren't trying to flee is a pretty good indication that it's reciprocated, too.]
You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a child-proof gate, would you?
[Does Aefenglom even have that sort of thing yet... it seems so simple, surely they do. It's worth a shot.]
E. 9th-15th
[With two bonds with witches and several monster-led classes under his belt, Ferran is certain he can do something—even if the magic that he can feel tingling under the surface isn't the solid, reliable connection to his gem, it's similar enough for him to get the idea. He also doesn't know if it'll actually be of any use, but there's no harm in trying, and he can only do so much part time work before he tires himself out.
At his expansive home in the Haven, he starts trying to glamor the outside, a wave of his hand accompanied by glittering red lights. Any passersby might see him changing something as simple as the color of the front door, all the way up to ornate, floral carvings on the outer walls, or symmetrical stained glass patterns in the windows in a myriad of colors.
It only lasts for a minute or so every time, but it's certainly a start.]
Wildcard.
[OOC: Check out Ferran's info over here, and hit me up over pm or at
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Nami-swan and I living together...! [Never mind the fact that they do live together back home. It's just different sailing on Thousand Sunny together and sharing a house!] Ahhh, serving her breakfast in bed everyday without worrying about those other shitheads.
[Sanji loves his nakama, really.]
If only Robin-chan was here too...
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Hey, wait, what's with this other person he mentioned? Is there some kind of love triangle thing going on? What is even with this guy. Ferran has absolutely no context to interpret this behavior, especially when their previous interactions have been... the way they've been.]
I don't think I've ever seen anyone this enthusiastic about living with someone. [Maybe he doesn't have a lot of experience around that kind of thing, but the sentiment stands.] Who are these people, exactly?
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He definitely seems to think the world of them, perhaps a little too much so.]
They're the All Blue of my heart~~
[Insert a few more seconds of the cook fawning over them. But finally, Sanji stops with all of his noodling, almost abruptly, the change in persona definitely spontaneous and sudden. A large and genuine smile spreads across his face instead, before finally giving Ferran an answer that isn't over the top.]
My nakama.
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Although he understands the last word in a vague sense somehow, he also gets the feeling that despite the ridiculous fawning being over, it's still extremely sappy. Nerd.
Also, he has no idea what the All Blue is.]
I don't know what any of that means. [He does not allow Sanji time to explain.] But I'm happy for you.
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Not that he'd say such things in front of Ferran, not now anyway.
Instead, he returns his attention to the house Ferran has been decorating, Sanji shoving his hands in his pockets as he begins speaking.]
Got yourself moved in? Find any roommates? [The kid just gonna live by himself in this rather large house?]
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[Living on his own has its own challenges, for sure, but they're not emotional ones. He likes having a quiet space he can trust to remain exactly the way he likes it.]
But at least moving in is easy when you don't have any belongings and the place is already furnished.
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Rather be alone, huh? [Sanji can almost understand that, but the silence of living by himself doesn't appeal to him. Sure, a few days are nice, but not as a consistent sort of thing.]
Don't need to worry about your housemate's living habits I guess. Be shitty to be stuck with someone that lives like a neanderthal. [He doesn't bring up the whole 'can I even trust them' argument. That might go in a sour route and Sanji can skip that today.]
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[Otherwise, being alone tends to be a little bit miserable! But it's nice to have options, and he can always go out into the city for company. He lets out a subdued chuckle when Sanji brings up the possibility of living with a slob.]
What about you, are you usually tidy?
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Luckily, he's not the type to press much about it, especially not now. Heck, Ferran's even laughing, small and quiet as it was. For a while, Sanji wasn't sure if he was even able to.]
Course. Can't stand having everything cluttered. Not gonna have a lovely lady step into that sort of mess.
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This guy has a lot of... opinions, let's say that, about how to be a gentleman. Not that Ferran disagrees; he'd hesitate to force any guest of his to suffer through a mess without a lot of apologies and possibly an emergency. It has nothing to do with ladies, though.]
Okay then, Prince Charming. [Look—he can make jokes, too.] I guess you're settling in okay, then?
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Yeah.
[Small beat.]
So. Did you eat all of that soup? [He hasn't forgotten about that at all.]
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Instead, they're back to this again.]
You're still on about that, huh...? [He shrugs, exasperated.] I had most of it, and several meals since. Satisfied?
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He's fine with taking a few seconds of uncomfortable sunlight in order to knock some sense into Ferran.]
Finish it all next time, shithead.
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[Ducking away from the feigned attack with more speed and offense than it would inspire with most people, Ferran turns to look at his reflection in the narrow window next to his door and make sure his hair is settled in its proper place with a few quick movements of his fingers.]
I'm not doing anything if you're going to be vulgar about asking.
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Don't waste food. Save it for later or give it to someone else.
[To further emphasize his point, Sanji pokes Ferran in the chest with his umbrella. He could try and kick him in the head, but... doesn't seem like the right choice this time. Sanji doesn't know how fragile he is, and honestly, Sanji isn't still fully confident with the changes happening to his own body.]
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I didn't have anywhere to put it, and I was a little occupied trying to figure out how to handle my entire life being uprooted in five ways to look for anyone hungry enough to have a fifth of a bowl of leftover soup.
[He folds his arms, stubborn. He refuses to feel bad about it when he was already struggling enough.]
Anyway, that's unsanitary.
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He lets out a small sigh, but he seems to relent a little.]
Just don't waste any next time, okay?
[For some reason, it really seems important to Sanji. Nonetheless, he stops poking Ferran and reopens his umbrella to block the sunlight.]
If you have leftovers, just hand 'em to me if you don't wanna finish it yourself or give it to anyone else.
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[Ferran hasn't heard an apology for the name-calling, which is what's keeping him from agreeing outright. Sanji isn't in charge of him, no matter how much he's helped.
... even if he has helped him a considerable amount. He huffs, pressing his lips together as his ingrained manners push against the petty Fae instincts.]
—fine. If it means that much. [Ferran eyes the umbrella, moving towards his front door.] Do you want to come in, or are you heading somewhere?
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Oi...
[But hearing Ferran's agreement, Sanji decides to drop the topic and give him the benefit of the doubt. There will definitely be some asskicking next time though if the Fae goes back on his word. That sort of thing he definitely won't be happy about.]
Heading elsewhere for now, daylight's ending. [Small pause.] Sanji, by the way.
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At least the guy seems placated by his muttered agreement. It's easy enough to move on.]
Sanji.
[He holds out a gloved hand.]
I'm Ferran.
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[He reaches forward to grasp Ferran's hand, giving him a small shake now that he feels less huffy about the whole wasting food thing. His grip is firm, but not too tight, and he even lets a small smile form at the corner of his mouth.]
Next time I see you, it better be somethin' like this. [Kid isn't bad, that's his impression so far. So, yeah, it's nice to see him not being entirely miserable.]
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Compared to the other times? Don't worry, I plan on it.
[With a final wave, Ferran turns to head back inside. He's got some more work to do if he's going to get any good at illusions...]