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asgardmeridiem2012-10-22 07:46 pm
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[OPEN] and it's a bittersweet symphony
Who: Allen Walker and YOU
What: See above
When: Day 160-162
Where: Various, mostly Sigyn
Rating: Don't foresee it going above PG/PG-13
[CONGRATULATIONS, you haveacquired run into one (1) somewhat odd-looking but well-dressed, white-haired polite (mostly sort of) British teen and his somewhat squishy, flying metal(?)... well, who knows what it is (it's a golem), but it's frequently flying after him or perched on his shoulder.
You have perhaps run intohim them in:]
Scenario 1 - Sigyn hall [160-162]
[It is morning. It is the Sigyn dining hall. Why, god, why would you be in the same room as him when he's eating. He's a human vac—
Actually, while it's an impressively heaped collection of plates, it's not that unreasonable. Although he does seem to take merry advantage of the fact that it's free. And somewhat atrocious eating manners aside (really, it's like he only has mere minutes to prepare for a season-long famine), he's already ridiculously tidy and dressed for the day. Hownot quite British odd.
He does seem to get a bit of a thoughtful (melancholic?) pause when he gets up to clean his dishes, though. Like he's looking for someone that isn't there. But it's brief—and then he's softly chiding the yellow sort of blob with wings on his shoulder that's chewing a skewer stick like a toothpick. (Seems the sort to try and mostly keep to himself unless he has reason to otherwise.)
Odd how he even cleans with white gloves on, though. (How does he keep them so white.)]
Scenario 2 - Sigyn hospital [160-162]
[For most of the late morning and afternoon, you can probably expect to find him hurrying to keep up with the directions of at least one rather strict nurse. (No, seriously, she seems a little scary in that familiar sort of way.) For anyone who works or is frequently there, he might be a familiar sight—if an always-busy one. Somehow.
If there's anyone with light injuries that he's able to attend (heal; his hands now, after all...), he's stepping in whenever he can to help that way with gentle reassurances and a sort of quick, nervous but polite smile. Aha, no, he's just a volunteer, but here he'll try—
He's still holding onto those gloves though, scolds from staff notwithstanding.Mostly.]
Scenario 3 - Draupnir/the theatre [162]
[Evening, and it's not a usual place for him, maybe. A theatre and of course that struck him in that way familiar things do when he was first exploring the city, but like a great many things he, well... got distracted from it then until he was reminded of it. There's something playing tonight; indoors, as it's too chill out. (He can see his breath in small puffs if he breaths slow.) Music's floating from in there—a concert, maybe. A piano solo.
(Ah.)
He's outside, though. And easy to miss, if you weren't looking particularly close. Given he's perched up on the lower hanging eaves, by one of the statues and almost easy enough to be mistaken for one, other than the fact they're not of skinny boys in stark black and white. (The golden creature with wings on his shoulder, too, twitches its wings from time to time, and his boots sway over the edge.) Nearer the windows; it's possible to hear the music then.
Faintly.
If anything, it just makes him quieter to hear it, and there's something a little distant and distracted in his expression as he watches the twilight in the distance. At least for a the moment—and there's no pretense of a quick (if frequently somehow... somewhat sad) smile when he thinks he's by himself.]
[Or anywhere in the middle. Really, he could turn up anywhere. That mop of hair could even already look passingly familiar. Easily. In that way of people that are kind of everywhere but always distracted and on their way somewhere, too. Just don't expect him 'home'Sigyn hall if it isn't to eat or sleep.]
What: See above
When: Day 160-162
Where: Various, mostly Sigyn
Rating: Don't foresee it going above PG/PG-13
[CONGRATULATIONS, you have
You have perhaps run into
Scenario 1 - Sigyn hall [160-162]
[It is morning. It is the Sigyn dining hall. Why, god, why would you be in the same room as him when he's eating. He's a human vac—
Actually, while it's an impressively heaped collection of plates, it's not that unreasonable. Although he does seem to take merry advantage of the fact that it's free. And somewhat atrocious eating manners aside (really, it's like he only has mere minutes to prepare for a season-long famine), he's already ridiculously tidy and dressed for the day. How
He does seem to get a bit of a thoughtful (melancholic?) pause when he gets up to clean his dishes, though. Like he's looking for someone that isn't there. But it's brief—and then he's softly chiding the yellow sort of blob with wings on his shoulder that's chewing a skewer stick like a toothpick. (Seems the sort to try and mostly keep to himself unless he has reason to otherwise.)
Odd how he even cleans with white gloves on, though. (How does he keep them so white.)]
Scenario 2 - Sigyn hospital [160-162]
[For most of the late morning and afternoon, you can probably expect to find him hurrying to keep up with the directions of at least one rather strict nurse. (No, seriously, she seems a little scary in that familiar sort of way.) For anyone who works or is frequently there, he might be a familiar sight—if an always-busy one. Somehow.
If there's anyone with light injuries that he's able to attend (heal; his hands now, after all...), he's stepping in whenever he can to help that way with gentle reassurances and a sort of quick, nervous but polite smile. Aha, no, he's just a volunteer, but here he'll try—
He's still holding onto those gloves though, scolds from staff notwithstanding.
Scenario 3 - Draupnir/the theatre [162]
[Evening, and it's not a usual place for him, maybe. A theatre and of course that struck him in that way familiar things do when he was first exploring the city, but like a great many things he, well... got distracted from it then until he was reminded of it. There's something playing tonight; indoors, as it's too chill out. (He can see his breath in small puffs if he breaths slow.) Music's floating from in there—a concert, maybe. A piano solo.
(Ah.)
He's outside, though. And easy to miss, if you weren't looking particularly close. Given he's perched up on the lower hanging eaves, by one of the statues and almost easy enough to be mistaken for one, other than the fact they're not of skinny boys in stark black and white. (The golden creature with wings on his shoulder, too, twitches its wings from time to time, and his boots sway over the edge.) Nearer the windows; it's possible to hear the music then.
Faintly.
If anything, it just makes him quieter to hear it, and there's something a little distant and distracted in his expression as he watches the twilight in the distance. At least for a the moment—and there's no pretense of a quick (if frequently somehow... somewhat sad) smile when he thinks he's by himself.]
[Or anywhere in the middle. Really, he could turn up anywhere. That mop of hair could even already look passingly familiar. Easily. In that way of people that are kind of everywhere but always distracted and on their way somewhere, too. Just don't expect him 'home'
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