𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥. - ada's slowatus toplevel time

[bleedinghare]

Who: adeline & you!
When: early-septeril
Where: housing districts/shopping districts!
What: ada has been doing a scare & isolate after her first full moon. can you catch her?
Warnings: tba


𝕞𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟!

Certainly it’s been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagas’s crowds had become more of a fully realized absence― the frilled curtain that sat in the little window of her flat sitting still for the whole of several weeks, the brass knocker left un-knocked, the knob left un-turned. In the day, it seemed simply vacant.

In the eve, however, its state was more telling: a lamp lit in that same little window, the occasional vague, passing shape. Perhaps it was your own curiosity that brought you here, or the curiosity of another you’ve decided to carry along― reaching to mar the dust on the brass knocker with a gentle hand, or perhaps a less gentle one. Regardless, it takes several and a bit of frustration before the gilded light behind the curtain flickers, before the lace stirs to reveal a flushed cheek, a bit of downy fluff. Seen, and in so being startled, the shape darts from the window; you’re left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.

Do you dare to tread on what’s polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknob― or braver still, the window latch?

𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤!

―Gerardagas’s evening markets were generally a jovial time: lanterns lit, flickering soft orange under the fine, heavily-woven canopies strung between the little stalls, with Monster and Witch of every shape, size, and forme bridging the gap between. The amount of beings made for a bit of a noisy affair, but once immersed, the din smoothed over into more of a white noise― occasionally parted with music, with the calling of a shopkeep. Aside from the shopping itself, the evening market seems to have become a social affair, with food and drink and chatter, naturally; filled with faces to recognize from all of Aefenglom’s reaches.

Perhaps you keep to yourself― there to see to one or more of the vendors― or perhaps you’re there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-out― regardless, however, of whether or not you make yourself seen willingly, you are seen.

Looking up from your place in the crowd, or alongside a stall, you catch a glimpse of a little hand wrapped around one of the posterns that keep the canopies aloft― no, a glove, a widely-blinking gilded eye, an equally golden curl peering out from beneath a rather suspicious looking shroud. Seeing herself being seen, the creature starts― and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.

―if you aim to follow, are you quick enough to fight through the crowd? If you aim to confront, you might be able to head her off if you duck between the stalls…

𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕!

SORRY I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT FIRST anything is a ok but if you want to talk about it hit me up on discord or plurk!!! this is mostly just to get me back into the swing of things and keep me relevant lol

Comments

[bleedinghare]

"―what a cruel joke that is!" Ada replies with a little pout, folding her arms over her breast, those same ears flopping over in mock-defeat. "Do whatever powers that govern this realm think me so― fragile? So vulnerable? Pah!"

The irony escapes her, however― especially in how her mismatched eyes widen, in perfect agreement to its thought as her body on instinct takes up a small tremble. "You're― quite right, ser, but what else was I to do?"

[fromjapan]

"I'm not sure there's any one conscious thing in control of how things work here. What you become seems to be chosen at random." It smirks at her, however, giving one more little gesture to her ears before it drops its hand away. "But at least the ears are very... becoming on you."

And then she asks that question, and, ah-hah... an opening, maybe. If L would be open to something of the sort...

"Many people here share their homes with a roommate," it says. "It offers a few benefits, including strength in numbers-- there's always someone there to watch the door, so you could feel more secure."

[bleedinghare]

Ada flushes, but it lacks coyness― pouting somewhat as the ears in question droop, feeling a bit patronized despite its intent. As charming as they might be to others, all she can see is silliness!

She shakes it, however, curling a little hand beneath her chin. "―I... see, but I couldn't possibly intrude on someone in such a manner! I haven't had a room-mate since finishing school, and that was nearly eighty years ago..."

Elves.

[fromjapan]

Eighty years... that surprises it, though its outward reaction is mild. If there are other machines here, it stands to reason that there could be other, much more strange types of people and creatures here as well.

"Well, what if someone were to offer? Say... someone who already knows they enjoy your company?" It smirks knowingly at her, even as it waves a hand in the air in a play-coy gesture.

[bleedinghare]

"―oh, you can't possibly be serious," Adeline replies, almost as if it had offended her, a tinge of pink pooling in her plush cheeks. "what might people say...?"

Neither wedded nor betrothed, not even courtship―what a strange place this is, where a man can invite a woman to live in his home with no fear of consequence! She shakes it off with a lighthearted roll of her mismatched eyes, a little flustered laugh.

[fromjapan]

"Oh, nothing at all," it says, grinning at her. "As I said, it's a common practice here. Besides, I've got another roommate already, so we wouldn't be alone together, if that helps you feel any more comfortable."

Not that L is the most... comfortable presence, but Adeline seems patient and sweet; she would likely be more than able to tolerate him, if not even learn to enjoy his presence as the SQUIP now does.

[bleedinghare]

"―if you say so, I suppose," Ada murmurs, half-wary of such an intimate proposal within just weeks of meeting. "that's terribly kind of you, ser, but what of your other room-mate? I wouldn't want to intrude― and I do have a pet, you see."

Champagne― the cat in question― is lounging on a chaise across the foyer. Aside from the occasional peeking of a blue eye, she's slept through her mistress's strange encounter.

Adeline raises a brow, letting her coy tone return to her― even if the slightest edge of gingerliness remains. "And might I ask your intent in such an offer, ser?"

[fromjapan]

"To help a lady in need," is its response-- spoken as easily as anything, its catlike smile betraying no ill will. If anything, there may be just a touch of teasing flirtation, but it's muted, subtle in its tone. "Of course."

A cat... well, there are worse pets, honestly. Cats aren't known for being affectionate, and this one seems particularly disinterested, at least for now.

[bleedinghare]

―the subtle teasing is enough to make her smile, if anything, her prior wariness falling away. "―forgive me for expecting flowers, ser. How forward you are."

Her little flat was only just gaining the finery that brought her the comfort of home, and she didn't expect anything like squalor from such a finely-dressed man, but she'd still like to size up his living quarters before she consents to such an intimate relationship.

"I'll certainly give it some thought― perhaps I might visit, first? Pardon me, but I might be what you may consider picky."

[fromjapan]

"I understand completely... and I apologize; did you want flowers?" It holds out a hand, curled as though around the stems of a bouquet... and then flowers appear there, all at once, a bouquet of red roses and poppies.

Some simple conjuring magic. It offers the bouquet to her, grinning brightly.

[bleedinghare]

"Filled with tricks you are," She giggles, meaning that earnestly, but taking the flowers regardless; however, her heart doesn't even think to tick up a flag at such a paltry display― instead thrumming faster in her, speeding colour to her dimpled cheek. "but so few I've seen, as of yet. I've my eye on you, ser."

She fails to recognize the irony, naive thing, the SQUIP's little bouquet cradled in the crook of her arm.

"―might I offer you tea for stopping in so kindly?" Ada pauses, quirking a curious brow. "―do you... drink?"

[fromjapan]

"I do," it says with a smile, and it stands, offering her a hand. "Remember, I'm entirely human here, except for that little part of me..."

It taps its head, that same place at the bottom of its skull.

"... in here. That aside, I have all the capabilities and processes of any human being... and many that humans do not have, as well."

[bleedinghare]

Adeline takes hold of its palm, brought to her feet with a smile of sweet gratitude. Though she allows her own hand to linger in its, she parts soon following― if only to put the teapot on, a wide and floral china thing, along with two cups of a similar make.

"―is that so? Do you mean or magical capabilities, or otherwise?" She quirks a playful brow, leaning with her chin on her laced fingers, peering over a little bar-like cutout in her quaint kitchenette. "Beings of your... unique make do thrall me so― I'm simply fascinated."

[fromjapan]

"Both," it says, watching her with a faint smile on its face; it follows after her slowly, almost stalking, its gaze dancing over the furniture and belongings gathered about her house. The place is well-kept, but cozy; fitting for such a prim, yet expressive, warm young lady.

"My artificial part grants me the ability to foresee potential futures-- I can judge what may be likely to happen next, based on information I've gathered about the present," it says, and the explanation sounds rehearsed and mechanical, if a bit simplified from the true mechanics of it. "And... other things, as well."

[bleedinghare]

Her reply to its answer is a curious, half-satisfied hum― standing on her toes with one little glove on the teapot's lid, her back to her guest (if only for a moment.) Given her newfound transformation, Adeline has seemingly sewn a little cutout for the snowball tail she's gained at the base of her spine; the ribbon there is both for tightening and to seemingly soften the blow if someone were to notice.

Adeline peers over her shoulder, that curious little smile still remaining. "Other things? Whyever would you spare me such an intriguing detail?"

Giggling, her coy expression melts into earnestness, one of her ears lopping over.

"―oh! Two sugars, or just one? Honey?"