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[Mikleo is keeping an eye out for Elliot in the library after that last evocation class. There's a lot to cover and a lot to study, but he thinks it's worth following up on his promise to help. Not only that but Elliot probably needs some kind of firm guidance-- someone who won't try to pressure him into a bond, too.
As it so happens, Mikleo gets sidetracked by a history book. He's thoroughly absorbed in it to the point that Elliot can probably spot and approach the seraph on his own. He's resting his chin in his hand as he sits at the table with his bag and a fancy staff placed at his feet.]
As it so happens, Mikleo gets sidetracked by a history book. He's thoroughly absorbed in it to the point that Elliot can probably spot and approach the seraph on his own. He's resting his chin in his hand as he sits at the table with his bag and a fancy staff placed at his feet.]
[Elliot hadn't forgotten Mikleo's offer to help with studying. Evocation is one of those classes he's been doing better at, it's the one closest to orbal arts, but the more help the better. And the guy said he'd be in the library, right?
Well, one problem...he has no idea what Mikleo looks like. The guy had made it sound like he was decades old and has blue hair, so he keeps scanning the library for someone that looks closer to Laura's dad than what Mikleo actually looks like. When there's nobody in the library that matches that preconceived idea, he hesitates. ]
Um...maybe he's not in today...
[he says, talking to himself, ironically not too far from Mikleo's table]
Well, one problem...he has no idea what Mikleo looks like. The guy had made it sound like he was decades old and has blue hair, so he keeps scanning the library for someone that looks closer to Laura's dad than what Mikleo actually looks like. When there's nobody in the library that matches that preconceived idea, he hesitates. ]
Um...maybe he's not in today...
[he says, talking to himself, ironically not too far from Mikleo's table]
[ it might take another day for eren to come around— the day after the true moon was still full moon, and oddly enough he just felt completely drained. his head pounds from the hits they took from challenging ack to a horn brawl (which dragons weren’t made for, rams were), and just. hangover, he has a monster hangover.
the festival would start in . . . perhaps two days, he slept a lot and he’s just sort of lost in the week. he’ll use the time to regain himself, his discipline and places he had to visit, things he had to do, people he had to see and tasks to complete snooping to be had. the first place he’s decided to visit without a watch warning, are the barracks. he knows full well how elliot smells like—
and honestly, he’s worried about him. that night was fiery, happened fast, as it was . . . purely, purely carnal. it felt odd, to leave a first time together like that, for reasons he’d get to verbally. his tongue flicking doesn’t come to a halt even after he’s pinpointed the scent, just to be sure (out of growing habit because he doesn’t actually need it, he could feel the presence in their bond thinning distance). when its as if he’s right next to him scurrying from a corner, eren’s heart jumps— he swears he thought he’d run right into him, and freezes.
but he doesn’t. a bright head of ginger hair strikes him with color, and there he stands. now he’s the one, at least for a second, who’s the lizard in headlights.
he’s saying hello from afar, and assessing if it’s okay to approach. ]
the festival would start in . . . perhaps two days, he slept a lot and he’s just sort of lost in the week. he’ll use the time to regain himself, his discipline and places he had to visit, things he had to do, people he had to see and tasks to complete snooping to be had. the first place he’s decided to visit without a watch warning, are the barracks. he knows full well how elliot smells like—
and honestly, he’s worried about him. that night was fiery, happened fast, as it was . . . purely, purely carnal. it felt odd, to leave a first time together like that, for reasons he’d get to verbally. his tongue flicking doesn’t come to a halt even after he’s pinpointed the scent, just to be sure (out of growing habit because he doesn’t actually need it, he could feel the presence in their bond thinning distance). when its as if he’s right next to him scurrying from a corner, eren’s heart jumps— he swears he thought he’d run right into him, and freezes.
but he doesn’t. a bright head of ginger hair strikes him with color, and there he stands. now he’s the one, at least for a second, who’s the lizard in headlights.
he’s saying hello from afar, and assessing if it’s okay to approach. ]
[ Well, it's safe to say the full moon hadn't gone down in any way that Elliot had expected. His magic had become weaker instead of stronger, which seemed contrary to everything the Coven had expected. His magic seemed to be going back to normal now that the full moon was over, but it was yet another mystery to be worried about.
And on top of that...there'd been his time with Eren. He really hadn't expected it to go the way it did. The following days while Eren rested, Elliot spent time sorting things out. He asked the Coven if there was anything to be worried about. After a couple examinations it was concluded there wasn't. He just had a naturally high aptitude for Bonds and it probably wasn't the wisest choice to start his very first Bond right before a full moon with a dragon in the mating season. It was ironic that the same trait that got him into Class VII was the same that got him into this, but it was nothing that couldn't be handled with time and practice.
Those concerns out of the way, it was a matter of the emotional side. It was hard to wrap his head around it. He wanted to talk to Eren, but it was pretty easy to tell Eren was deeply sleeping in the bond. Probably some...dragon hibernation thing. He has no choice but to table things aside from thinking things through himself.
At least a few days later until he feels a familiar tug on the bond. Eren was awake, and moving closer. When it becomes clear that Eren is in the barracks, Elliot will step out of his room and wait for him.
While Eren freezes like a lizard in the headlights, Elliot will approach him. He's a little nervous about what to say, but he'll at least handle this part better than our draconic friend]
Hey Eren.
Here to see me, or...?
[he's pretty sure he picked up the intentions to see him through the bond, but...well, anxiety always dictates that he's reading too much into it so one can never be sure]
And on top of that...there'd been his time with Eren. He really hadn't expected it to go the way it did. The following days while Eren rested, Elliot spent time sorting things out. He asked the Coven if there was anything to be worried about. After a couple examinations it was concluded there wasn't. He just had a naturally high aptitude for Bonds and it probably wasn't the wisest choice to start his very first Bond right before a full moon with a dragon in the mating season. It was ironic that the same trait that got him into Class VII was the same that got him into this, but it was nothing that couldn't be handled with time and practice.
Those concerns out of the way, it was a matter of the emotional side. It was hard to wrap his head around it. He wanted to talk to Eren, but it was pretty easy to tell Eren was deeply sleeping in the bond. Probably some...dragon hibernation thing. He has no choice but to table things aside from thinking things through himself.
At least a few days later until he feels a familiar tug on the bond. Eren was awake, and moving closer. When it becomes clear that Eren is in the barracks, Elliot will step out of his room and wait for him.
While Eren freezes like a lizard in the headlights, Elliot will approach him. He's a little nervous about what to say, but he'll at least handle this part better than our draconic friend]
Hey Eren.
Here to see me, or...?
[he's pretty sure he picked up the intentions to see him through the bond, but...well, anxiety always dictates that he's reading too much into it so one can never be sure]
[Rean's demonic form was never one for chains.
That hasn't changed. Though he tried to channel his aggression into learning the sword, chaining up his other side held him back, made him lose confidence... He's never able to find his center so long as that other half exists, and that hasn't changed either. Just a scant few days after the full moon and he's kept himself under control, but his grip on his Harpy side is slipping, the ropes fraying, and it's not long before there's a dream where he finds himself in a black city that feels wrong.
He was cautious, at first-- looking for his friends, trying to get the lay of the land. It wasn't hard to see what was going on here. But he can't hide how angry he is to see it, how absolutely repugnant it all is, and after an outburst he gets collared and chained like the others and shoved into a line. For sale. That's what this is. That's what all these people are gathered for-- the selling of people and their labor, like they're livestock.
Feathers fluff up his hair, spreading rapidly down his spine and to his elbows and making him itch, and there are talons now that he's mad as hell. He won't call on that side for help, if he has a weapon he can-- but no. The more he resists it, the stronger the Harpy comes out, and the next thing he knows he's crashing through the crowd with a roar, damn near snapping the podium in half when he throws a guard into it, and grabbing a second guard by the throat so he can choke slam him into the ground. His chains are not broken but the weight of them isn't slowing Rean down at all. He doesn't have hollow bones yet, and whatever they were attached to is no longer... well, attached.]
How could you?!
[A few more guard-witches approach him, about to issue commands and preparing to subdue him. He throws his chains at one of them, wrapping tightly about the witch, and then tossing him into the others. He needs his sword. Where is his sword? Whatever, he'll just grab one off this extremely unconscious guard.
This is officially a scene and it's about to get a lot bloodier.]
That hasn't changed. Though he tried to channel his aggression into learning the sword, chaining up his other side held him back, made him lose confidence... He's never able to find his center so long as that other half exists, and that hasn't changed either. Just a scant few days after the full moon and he's kept himself under control, but his grip on his Harpy side is slipping, the ropes fraying, and it's not long before there's a dream where he finds himself in a black city that feels wrong.
He was cautious, at first-- looking for his friends, trying to get the lay of the land. It wasn't hard to see what was going on here. But he can't hide how angry he is to see it, how absolutely repugnant it all is, and after an outburst he gets collared and chained like the others and shoved into a line. For sale. That's what this is. That's what all these people are gathered for-- the selling of people and their labor, like they're livestock.
Feathers fluff up his hair, spreading rapidly down his spine and to his elbows and making him itch, and there are talons now that he's mad as hell. He won't call on that side for help, if he has a weapon he can-- but no. The more he resists it, the stronger the Harpy comes out, and the next thing he knows he's crashing through the crowd with a roar, damn near snapping the podium in half when he throws a guard into it, and grabbing a second guard by the throat so he can choke slam him into the ground. His chains are not broken but the weight of them isn't slowing Rean down at all. He doesn't have hollow bones yet, and whatever they were attached to is no longer... well, attached.]
How could you?!
[A few more guard-witches approach him, about to issue commands and preparing to subdue him. He throws his chains at one of them, wrapping tightly about the witch, and then tossing him into the others. He needs his sword. Where is his sword? Whatever, he'll just grab one off this extremely unconscious guard.
This is officially a scene and it's about to get a lot bloodier.]
Edited 2019-08-19 03:12 (UTC)
[Elliot had left Mikleo and Eren to look out for each other. As tempting as it was to stay with them in this terrifying city, he had to find the others. And frankly, the easiest way to travel in this place was on his own. No one thought twice about a small mage who could hide his expressions. Who knew learning not to react to the Noble Alliance's words about his family could come in handy.
Fortunately and unfortunately, Rean is not hard to find. The commotion draws a lot of attention, and the sound carries. Elliot doesn't see it at first, but he recognizes the voice instantly. He runs until he comes into view, his eyes widening at the scene]
- Rean!
[This..this is really bad. Elliot's seen Rean's demonic form and heard the stories, but this was an outright rampage - this time with feathers and talons instead of white hair and red eyes.
Elliot rushes forward, trying to push through the crowd. Any tactics that'd involve discreetly escaping with him were just out the window, but he'll have to think of something. First thing was first though, getting to him before this turned into a bloodbath]
Rean!!
Fortunately and unfortunately, Rean is not hard to find. The commotion draws a lot of attention, and the sound carries. Elliot doesn't see it at first, but he recognizes the voice instantly. He runs until he comes into view, his eyes widening at the scene]
- Rean!
[This..this is really bad. Elliot's seen Rean's demonic form and heard the stories, but this was an outright rampage - this time with feathers and talons instead of white hair and red eyes.
Elliot rushes forward, trying to push through the crowd. Any tactics that'd involve discreetly escaping with him were just out the window, but he'll have to think of something. First thing was first though, getting to him before this turned into a bloodbath]
Rean!!
[ this is the first time he’s been here to actually come for something, expect a turn, or even a someone. perhaps arrivals, or . . . maybe more, he didn’t know. eren was drawn to his mirror and that was the only fact to it— a tall frame decorated with broken chains of brass, half skeletal faces and metal wings of freedom, of blades with odd handles, and now— a wooden crutch, bars, and copper bent enough to look like slabs of crystal, and a hammer.
he’s seen good, and he’s seen bad. he’s seen things to open his mind and make decisions to seal his fate clean. the first thing he remembers is being called to speak with yelena, and the last thing he remembers was gabi braun raising a high caliber rifle to him and bracing himself for what would happen next, equally scared to death that he wouldn’t make it to the outstretched hand of his brother. he’s stopped crying because of sasha. it was a strike through his heart that he already had to live fleetingly, but the hole and the liability still remain like stains. everything just came and went so quickly that now eren remains seated here, in front of his mirror in a hollow afterglow.
everything in between has been an eruption of feeling in a matter of seconds. he’s tried running through it earlier, tried fissuring the glass with his fists, kicks and grabs nearby props of iron decorating the other mirrors to hit it with and go home. now more than ever did he need to take those last few steps, maybe a dive, or hope the bullet wouldn’t take his consciousness so abruptly. his doesn’t budge. the only thing left was a barrier between him and his reflection, now.
none of this was about him. his tongue flicks. it all slips away as easily as the storm had come on his surface. he can taste elliot coming already, and with more focus put into it, what he should’ve done earlier— his bond goes mute. ]
he’s seen good, and he’s seen bad. he’s seen things to open his mind and make decisions to seal his fate clean. the first thing he remembers is being called to speak with yelena, and the last thing he remembers was gabi braun raising a high caliber rifle to him and bracing himself for what would happen next, equally scared to death that he wouldn’t make it to the outstretched hand of his brother. he’s stopped crying because of sasha. it was a strike through his heart that he already had to live fleetingly, but the hole and the liability still remain like stains. everything just came and went so quickly that now eren remains seated here, in front of his mirror in a hollow afterglow.
everything in between has been an eruption of feeling in a matter of seconds. he’s tried running through it earlier, tried fissuring the glass with his fists, kicks and grabs nearby props of iron decorating the other mirrors to hit it with and go home. now more than ever did he need to take those last few steps, maybe a dive, or hope the bullet wouldn’t take his consciousness so abruptly. his doesn’t budge. the only thing left was a barrier between him and his reflection, now.
none of this was about him. his tongue flicks. it all slips away as easily as the storm had come on his surface. he can taste elliot coming already, and with more focus put into it, what he should’ve done earlier— his bond goes mute. ]
[Elliot was typically up this late. For a night owl like himself, he found it to be his favorite time to compose. The world was quiet, his bonds and friends were asleep, no tasks to be done - it was just him and his music.
So it was odd at first, feeling activity from Eren's bond at this late hour. Out of curiosity, he pings it a little to see if anything was wrong. It's then he notices that Eren wasn't anywhere near the direction of his house, but rather closer to the Coven, the mirror house. And something felt...off about it. At first he tries to rationalize it - but eventually concern and anxiety wins out, and he finds himself grabbing his shoes and heading out in the direction of the bond.
Following the bond, he winds up heading towards the mirror house. As he gets closer, the feelings get stronger. It's...such a whirlwind of them: determination, worry, grief, desperation, flashing by so quickly-
But the one that makes him break into a run was the sudden muting of all the feelings.
A few moments later, the doors of the mirror house opens up. It's dark and empty in here, as to be expected in the middle of the night. Elliot, unsure where his bonded is in this place, starts wandering the rooms, calling out]
Eren?
So it was odd at first, feeling activity from Eren's bond at this late hour. Out of curiosity, he pings it a little to see if anything was wrong. It's then he notices that Eren wasn't anywhere near the direction of his house, but rather closer to the Coven, the mirror house. And something felt...off about it. At first he tries to rationalize it - but eventually concern and anxiety wins out, and he finds himself grabbing his shoes and heading out in the direction of the bond.
Following the bond, he winds up heading towards the mirror house. As he gets closer, the feelings get stronger. It's...such a whirlwind of them: determination, worry, grief, desperation, flashing by so quickly-
But the one that makes him break into a run was the sudden muting of all the feelings.
A few moments later, the doors of the mirror house opens up. It's dark and empty in here, as to be expected in the middle of the night. Elliot, unsure where his bonded is in this place, starts wandering the rooms, calling out]
Eren?
[The message comes fairly early one morning, sometime after the Black City debacle. Hiccup's been somewhat preoccupied since then, but he hasn't forgotten the "orders" he's agreed to make. Elliot's was relatively simple and he's been spending more time in the forge lately anyway; it's been a bit, but he feels it's more important than ever to get these things out as soon as possible, with what happened in the dreaming.]
Hey, it's. It's Hiccup, the uh, the blacksmith. [He sounds... a little rough. It's fine. He's fine.] I've cast the bracelet you wanted. It's just about ready to set your stones into, whenever you've got time.
Hey, it's. It's Hiccup, the uh, the blacksmith. [He sounds... a little rough. It's fine. He's fine.] I've cast the bracelet you wanted. It's just about ready to set your stones into, whenever you've got time.
[Elliot sounds a little groggy as he answers, like he just woke up. Someone is not an early riser.]
Oh, hey Hiccup!
[A sound that suspiciously sounds like a stifled yawn] Oh that's great! I should be free this morning. Did you want me to come to your forge?
[As tempting as it was to go back to bed, that dream more than anything urged the importance to be ready. Sleep can wait.]
Oh, hey Hiccup!
[A sound that suspiciously sounds like a stifled yawn] Oh that's great! I should be free this morning. Did you want me to come to your forge?
[As tempting as it was to go back to bed, that dream more than anything urged the importance to be ready. Sleep can wait.]
[The city seems to have calmed down somewhat, so that means it's time for Rean to pull out something he's been planning for at least a couple weeks. Dorchacht had thrown a wrench into everything, but he was here now and full of gratitude and the need to spend some more time with his Bonds that isn't saving the city.
And he also had... an appointment.]
Hey, are you free tomorrow night?
I was hoping you could come with me somewhere. I think it'd be fun.
And he also had... an appointment.]
Hey, are you free tomorrow night?
I was hoping you could come with me somewhere. I think it'd be fun.
[Well this gets his attention. He'd never turn down spending time with Rean, so it's an easy answer]
Sure! I can make myself free.
Where'd you have in mind?
Sure! I can make myself free.
Where'd you have in mind?
[Elliot hasn't rested much since the masquerade's been announced. He'd been so focused on making sure the music would be just right that it's been hard to catch him doing much else in his spare time
In fact he's been so focused on solely the music that for a moment, Elliot is confused by Eren's seemingly random questions]
Clothes?
In fact he's been so focused on solely the music that for a moment, Elliot is confused by Eren's seemingly random questions]
Clothes?
[Sorry, Elliot. Louis is a fuckboy, Fie is who this is about, and Shinjiro doesn't know enough other people, so you're who is going to get asked about his weird Thing With Fie.]
hey elliot you got a second
this is shinjiro by the way
hey elliot you got a second
this is shinjiro by the way
[Oh wow, he wasn't expecting to get contacted privately by Shinjiro. His first thought isn't about Shinjiro's weird thing with Fie. Maybe he'd be relieved to know that...if it wasn't for the fact that his first thought instead is "Oh Aidios did someone get stabbed?". When you are called to heal this guy twice and that's your main interaction, you tend to see trends ok.
But...but maybe this is a normal thing. Gotta try not to jump to conclusions.]
Oh hey Shinjiro!
Yeah I'm not doing anything. [Anything that takes more priority than a potential stabbing anyway] What's up?
But...but maybe this is a normal thing. Gotta try not to jump to conclusions.]
Oh hey Shinjiro!
Yeah I'm not doing anything. [Anything that takes more priority than a potential stabbing anyway] What's up?
Oh no...I'm sorry, Machias.
[This does not seem Fine Machias]
Did she say why?
[This does not seem Fine Machias]
Did she say why?
[While she's at a disadvantage, considering her home for the night was a business and not really a home-- Towa has experience pulling herself together even when she's struggling.
That's... not really the case today.
Her eyes are puffy-- a mixture of a lack of sleep and an emotional downpour. Her clothes are a bit wrinkled, even though she'd done her best to fix them...
But she's still trying her best to put on a good face when she meets Elliot at the cafe they agreed on. Her stomach is... well it's still in knots, so she's not really hungry but she's missed two meals at this point so she probably should try. But she'd rather just drink tea right now, so that's what she orders before.
Well. Words.]
Sorry I'm running a little late. I... forgot to set an alarm this morning.
[RIP]
That's... not really the case today.
Her eyes are puffy-- a mixture of a lack of sleep and an emotional downpour. Her clothes are a bit wrinkled, even though she'd done her best to fix them...
But she's still trying her best to put on a good face when she meets Elliot at the cafe they agreed on. Her stomach is... well it's still in knots, so she's not really hungry but she's missed two meals at this point so she probably should try. But she'd rather just drink tea right now, so that's what she orders before.
Well. Words.]
Sorry I'm running a little late. I... forgot to set an alarm this morning.
[RIP]
[Meanwhile for Elliot, the whole previous evening had been pretty awkward. He didn't really have it in him to talk to the other members of the house about it, so it was mostly an evening of avoiding eye contact and trying to tip toe around bringing up the subject.
Still, he can't say he got a good night sleep. There'd been plenty of tossing and turning on his end. Anxiety had a way of gnawing at someone.
So he sits at the table, after his own drink order. He can't say he's in the mood for food yet.]
It's fine...thanks for coming.
[Honestly, he still feels like this should be a more private conversation but.... well, honestly, with how nosy some of their friends could be, a public spot was more private than their home.
But now comes the bigger problem: starting this converstion. He's...not sure how to go about it, so he finds himself stumped]
S-So....
[He trails off, hoping the words will come]
Still, he can't say he got a good night sleep. There'd been plenty of tossing and turning on his end. Anxiety had a way of gnawing at someone.
So he sits at the table, after his own drink order. He can't say he's in the mood for food yet.]
It's fine...thanks for coming.
[Honestly, he still feels like this should be a more private conversation but.... well, honestly, with how nosy some of their friends could be, a public spot was more private than their home.
But now comes the bigger problem: starting this converstion. He's...not sure how to go about it, so he finds himself stumped]
S-So....
[He trails off, hoping the words will come]
[Even though she's the one that suggested the randomization of gifts, Elliot will still find one in his room later in the evening. It's not like the recipient is trying too hard to disguise themselves.
She's your lover, she can do what she wants.
There is a small box of cute homemade cookies. They're shortbread, but they have a light note of citrus to them and only a mildly sweet icing. There's also a tin of tea from Diplomatea-- a mint blend designed to help with mental clarity.
The other gift is far more obvious. It's sexy, altered in colors of yellow, orange and green.]
Sorry Elliot, but you're a special exception.
Everett said this tea is especially good for focus and clarity, so I thought it might be good for you on those nights you're up late working on your music.
Love, Towa
She's your lover, she can do what she wants.
There is a small box of cute homemade cookies. They're shortbread, but they have a light note of citrus to them and only a mildly sweet icing. There's also a tin of tea from Diplomatea-- a mint blend designed to help with mental clarity.
The other gift is far more obvious. It's sexy, altered in colors of yellow, orange and green.]
Sorry Elliot, but you're a special exception.
Everett said this tea is especially good for focus and clarity, so I thought it might be good for you on those nights you're up late working on your music.
Love, Towa
Edited 2019-12-26 00:23 (UTC)
[ Machias drew Elliot's name for the gift exchange!
So, whenever said exchange occurs, Elliot will receive a rectangular parcel wrapped in silver paper with a thick, dark blue ribbon around it. It's actually a pretty nice wrapping job! (because overachiever, probably.)
And the gift itself? A leather-covered notebook with a matching pen. There are three pads of paper that can go into said notebook: lined, unlined, and of course blank staff paper just waiting to have beautiful music written all over it~ Also, the pen has an enchantment that will let him undo the last few strokes, if needed. It's like having an undo button for ink!
Happy holidays ♥ ]
So, whenever said exchange occurs, Elliot will receive a rectangular parcel wrapped in silver paper with a thick, dark blue ribbon around it. It's actually a pretty nice wrapping job! (because overachiever, probably.)
And the gift itself? A leather-covered notebook with a matching pen. There are three pads of paper that can go into said notebook: lined, unlined, and of course blank staff paper just waiting to have beautiful music written all over it~ Also, the pen has an enchantment that will let him undo the last few strokes, if needed. It's like having an undo button for ink!
Happy holidays ♥ ]
[Honestly Elliot doesn't even need a note to figure out who his gift giver is. The gift just screams Machias, in all it's practicality and the overachievement job done on the wrapping. Which isn't a bad thing at all! In fact, he's super happy to have it and it'll come in very handy! Machias is getting a big thanks, that's for sure. ]
[Happy holidays, Elliot! Inside the cutely wrapped package from Marie he shall find a pretty nice violin care kit. It has replacement strings, wipes, cleaning solutions and it is obvious she had help of one of the Aefenglom musicians in picking this out.
“Go spoil her ♥” the attached note reads]
“Go spoil her ♥” the attached note reads]
[Marie you are truly the best. He will make sure to write her a nice thank you note, before eagerly going off to spoil the love of his life. It's perfect]
[Towa stays for a good while, keeping Crow company and honestly enjoying the distraction. But she knows as soon as it's over that she won't be able to sleep. She's worried about Elliot too. Neither of them can be taking this well. So she'd feel better if they did it together. She just... doesn't want to be alone right now. So as soon as she's finished there, she makes her way to Elliot's room and gives the door a good knock.]
I brought the ice cream. There's still only one spoon though.
[It's fine. They're... not fine. But this... is fine.]
I brought the ice cream. There's still only one spoon though.
[It's fine. They're... not fine. But this... is fine.]
[While Towa had been with Crow, Elliot had attempted to distract and busy himself with music. He first attempted to compose, but the sadness he felt was still in that stage that deafens creativity. He knows eventually he'll get inspired, but eventually he has to give up chasing the ghost that'll be tonight.
So instead he opts for doing the activity that tends to relax him the most: tune and maintaining his instruments. He's working on a guitar when Towa enters. He'll offer her a small smile]
Hey Towa ... and haha, that's fine. I'm not contagious in that way.
[Yes. He totally checked if his saliva could pass Cwyld. It was important]
How's Crow doing?
So instead he opts for doing the activity that tends to relax him the most: tune and maintaining his instruments. He's working on a guitar when Towa enters. He'll offer her a small smile]
Hey Towa ... and haha, that's fine. I'm not contagious in that way.
[Yes. He totally checked if his saliva could pass Cwyld. It was important]
How's Crow doing?
[Looks like Elliot has gotten a gift! And it's...
Strange. Inside of the box, it's...sheet music. Some of it is clearly written by hand, with notes on it coming from Earth, and what it was for. Mostly for the notes organs play but there's one or two that she bought for violins too.
No note, but he might know her hand writing from seeing it before.]
Strange. Inside of the box, it's...sheet music. Some of it is clearly written by hand, with notes on it coming from Earth, and what it was for. Mostly for the notes organs play but there's one or two that she bought for violins too.
No note, but he might know her hand writing from seeing it before.]
[Well this makes Elliot's day! You better believe whenever he has downtime, he's pouring over this new music and committing it to memory. Oh boy, does he love new music and it's even more exciting to learn another WORLD's music.
And yeah, he recognizes the handwriting, so she's getting a thank you card at some point. Sorry girl.]
And yeah, he recognizes the handwriting, so she's getting a thank you card at some point. Sorry girl.]
[ Ursula's gift to Elliot; a charm depicting the asterism of Lyra. Orpheus' influence is felt in the enchantment on the charm, granting Elliot's music a mana-free charge of boon-granting magic! It needs to be left out on a starry night to recharge, however. ]
[What a nice gift! Elliot will be sure to thank her the next time he sees her, and will use this whenever he needs to work on enchantments. ]
[ Elliot will find a small, white gift box wrapped up in silver ribbons.
Inside, there's a silver pendant with an obvious violin shape and features, personally handcrafted by him. The message coming along with it says: ]
Because of our shared passion for music and violins, I thought of you when I made this. I hope you like it, and I wish a great end of the year for you, along with a luckier next one coming up.
- Wataru
Inside, there's a silver pendant with an obvious violin shape and features, personally handcrafted by him. The message coming along with it says: ]
Because of our shared passion for music and violins, I thought of you when I made this. I hope you like it, and I wish a great end of the year for you, along with a luckier next one coming up.
- Wataru
[Holy crap, what a gift! Elliot wasn't expecting anything, much less something this beautiful from Wataru. Sure enough, the next time they work on music or instruments together, he'll be wearing it. ]
Hey Elliot. I need some advice-- do you have a few minutes?
[Life has been crazy and also depressing lately, so leave it to Elliot to try to find a way to direct some positive energy towards.]
Oh hey! I nearly forgot, but I saw one of Rean's students in that dream the other day - Ash Carbide. So that means he might show up here, right?
I don't know him very well since we only talked a couple times, but he is a member of Class VII - so I think we should do something to welcome him! What do you guys think?
Though...not sure what he'd like. Towa? Randy? You know him better, what do you think would be good?
[Bless his heart for trying to be a good uncle. Bless him]
Oh hey! I nearly forgot, but I saw one of Rean's students in that dream the other day - Ash Carbide. So that means he might show up here, right?
I don't know him very well since we only talked a couple times, but he is a member of Class VII - so I think we should do something to welcome him! What do you guys think?
Though...not sure what he'd like. Towa? Randy? You know him better, what do you think would be good?
[Bless his heart for trying to be a good uncle. Bless him]
Um well... I think if you wanted a party that Ash would like... Randy and Crow are probably the best suited to plan it.
Which. Should explain itself, I think...
Which. Should explain itself, I think...
[Well Elliot knows a Krueger, and considering the last time he saw her she was attacking the group, he gives a little squawk of fear when he sees the sender name.
But oh, it's Eren. False alarm.]
Aidios Eren you nearly gave me a heart attack I thought you were someone else.
Why are you Krueger??
But oh, it's Eren. False alarm.]
Aidios Eren you nearly gave me a heart attack I thought you were someone else.
Why are you Krueger??
[ everything is shitty, including eren, and meeting the newbies had just reached its peak. there’re no more newbies to distract himself with, no mikasa to follow (yes, he’s been following her, and elliot would notice), and when the chairs magically begin to switch up and change their seats on their own—
he’s with his bond. it wasn’t as if he didn’t know he was there, but he certainly had focused on other things. he’d just been complaining about relationships days earlier and look now!! he was attempting to socialize because he couldn’t take the solitude he wrings himself in. now he just looks awkward because if he isn’t in a sour mood to begin with, he was just. goddamn awkward. like a cat who just got out of a bath.
there’s only one solution he sees to this, and promptly downs their punch bottle meant for two like it were whisky. he could pretend. maybe he actually hoped it was spiked. with something. but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t lonely and tired of his own feelings and just wished, for a second, to disappear from it. ]
he’s with his bond. it wasn’t as if he didn’t know he was there, but he certainly had focused on other things. he’d just been complaining about relationships days earlier and look now!! he was attempting to socialize because he couldn’t take the solitude he wrings himself in. now he just looks awkward because if he isn’t in a sour mood to begin with, he was just. goddamn awkward. like a cat who just got out of a bath.
there’s only one solution he sees to this, and promptly downs their punch bottle meant for two like it were whisky. he could pretend. maybe he actually hoped it was spiked. with something. but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t lonely and tired of his own feelings and just wished, for a second, to disappear from it. ]
Edited 2020-02-07 09:27 (UTC)
[Elliot had agreed to the speed dating mostly because they were paying to have people, and Elliot needed the money. He was pulling double shifts at the infirmary, between handling the Cwyld cases and treating the kidnapping victims, and that was cutting into his time to make money as a musician. But he could handle an evening of talking to new people, he liked meeting new people.
Overall the night has been mixed. Some were nice conversations, some were anxiety-inducing (thanks Sasuke). He'd been vaguely aware that his Bond was also here, but he didn't really seek him out since the point was to meet new people.
Except now here they are, paired up by change. Elliot was about to say hi and start talking to him like a normal human being .... but then Eren starts chugging the punch bottle like he's hoping to drink himself into oblivion.
Lovely.]
Nice to know I drive you to drink.
Overall the night has been mixed. Some were nice conversations, some were anxiety-inducing (thanks Sasuke). He'd been vaguely aware that his Bond was also here, but he didn't really seek him out since the point was to meet new people.
Except now here they are, paired up by change. Elliot was about to say hi and start talking to him like a normal human being .... but then Eren starts chugging the punch bottle like he's hoping to drink himself into oblivion.
Lovely.]
Nice to know I drive you to drink.
[Some chocolates are left for Elliot on his piano in a box wrapped in yellow with a red ribbon.
They're homemade-- just made with the assistance of a mold. Some of them have fillings, although that part was managed a bit clumsily. But there are a few caramel ones and a few with a strawberry jelly center.
The little tag has a heart on it and Towa's name in clean writing.]
They're homemade-- just made with the assistance of a mold. Some of them have fillings, although that part was managed a bit clumsily. But there are a few caramel ones and a few with a strawberry jelly center.
The little tag has a heart on it and Towa's name in clean writing.]
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