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thisavrou2017-02-21 03:32 pm
shadowblends) wrote in thisavrou2017-02-21 03:32 pm
❧ 002 [video]
[When the TAB first flickers to life, all that's visible is an intricately scarred cheek with just the slightest peek of ivory fangs past blue lips. There's the faint sound of something shifting about and finally, Kurt comes into full view.
He's sitting on the edge of an old stone fountain, his tail swishing back and forth behind him, a grin plastered across his face.] I know very little about this holiday, but I've read a few things in an attempt to try and understand better.
[Meaning that he has forgone all the really romantic and couple-esque things about 'Valentine's Day' or whatever they would be calling it on Thisavrou.]
Giving chocolate to someone you like is traditional and I have more than a few friends and other people that I enjoy being around, so ... [He reaches over to pick up a small black box and pops the lid off of it, revealing the candy inside.]
Who wants some chocolate? [A soft laugh follows shortly after his inquiry as he replaces the lid and clutches the box to his chest, smile somehow broadening.]
I'm more than willing to deliver it, too.
(ooc: cw for anyone that decides to read the thread with kurt and j. [mentions of self-harm, internalized transphobia and ... self-loathing?])
He's sitting on the edge of an old stone fountain, his tail swishing back and forth behind him, a grin plastered across his face.] I know very little about this holiday, but I've read a few things in an attempt to try and understand better.
[Meaning that he has forgone all the really romantic and couple-esque things about 'Valentine's Day' or whatever they would be calling it on Thisavrou.]
Giving chocolate to someone you like is traditional and I have more than a few friends and other people that I enjoy being around, so ... [He reaches over to pick up a small black box and pops the lid off of it, revealing the candy inside.]
Who wants some chocolate? [A soft laugh follows shortly after his inquiry as he replaces the lid and clutches the box to his chest, smile somehow broadening.]
I'm more than willing to deliver it, too.
(ooc: cw for anyone that decides to read the thread with kurt and j. [mentions of self-harm, internalized transphobia and ... self-loathing?])
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Mm, something like that. I guess you could say I was a... field investigator? [That's about he most innocuous way to put it, anyway.] My job was mostly to check out new locations and gather info on certain places and people. And yeah, I did a lot of travel between worlds. Planets, I guess, a lot of people call 'em? Not so much with crashing, usually, though. [He's not going to try and explain that you can't crash a Corridor of Darkness, really.]
I'll add New York to my list of places to check out next time I'm free, for sure. I like big cities--there's always something exciting going on there, you know? I spent some time in London, love that big clock they have there. Too bad it's usually raining, so the sunset's hard to fully appreciate.
[Lea gives a small chuff of a laugh then, and there's something a little bitter in it.]
It was a really nice place to live, when I was a kid, but... well, a lot of stuff's happened. The whole world was almost completely destroyed at one point. The Restoration Committee has been doing a lot of work to try and fix things up, but I think it'll be a while before it really looks anything like it used to.
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It sounds like a rather exciting job, being able to travel all over the place and see the world. Did you interview a lot of people while on your trips? [Is he possibly asking too many questions? If so, you've got every right to stop him; he's got a bit of trouble with motor-mouth.]
There are so many nice things to see and do! Tons of sight-seeing and they have great selections of food. It's certainly something to adapt to, yet it's worth it. I never got to go to London, but I'll change that someday. They call it 'Big Ben', though did you know that's actually the name of the bell inside of the tower?
[His brow furrows with concern at Lea's sour tone of voice, fingers gripping a little harder on the bench as he bends forward and tilts his head.]
Ah ... I'm sorry for what happened. [What else can he really offer aside from that? Encouragement, obviously.] At least there are gut people working to fix it up and as long as everyone comes together, they're sure to get it back to some semblance of its former glory.
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I can't disagree with ya there. [Even if he came to hate the Organization for what they had done--what Xehanort had done--he can't deny that the job was interesting.] Most of the time I had pretty strict orders to keep out of sight, but... [He gives him a conspiratorial grin.] Well, I didn't always follow the rules. I've met a gladiator, a genie, even had a conversation with a caterpillar once. [True story.] One time, I even crossed blades with a pirate.
[Well. Sort of. More like the pirate had been shooting cannonballs at him from afar while he and Roxas had fought a giant flying Heartless, but... swashbuckling is easier to explain.
[He shakes his head then, impulsively reaching over and ruffling Kurt's hair before he really thinks better of it. Er... he hopes that isn't a rude invasion of personal space; old habits die hard.] Don't apologize, que será, será, right? [He hefts a bit of a sigh.] I'm sure it'll get back to normal eventually. [He has to smile a little at Kurt's accent.] Yeah, they're... pretty 'goot'. [He didn't know all of the members of the current Restoration Committee, and the ones he did know he didn't know well, but maybe one day he'll get to. One day, when Xehanort is finally defeated, when he can finally go home knowing he was a part of the solution, rather than part of the problem.]
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[At this moment, his attention is fully captured by this revelation, iridescent eyes wide with astonishment and his mouth partially hanging open. Pirates are his favorite.
Kurt blinks, closes his mouth and watches Lea's hand reach out to muss up his hair. Lucky for the older male, he's pretty used to head-pats and hair ruffling, so Lea gets an amused chuff in response to the affectionate touch.] Is that the same as saying, "C'est la vie?" [He bobs his head in agreement then leans it to the side, cheeks faintly blushing at Lea's repetition of the accented word. His feet plant and his torso twists to be facing him, the length of his tail lashing with excitement behind his shoulders.] Maybe some of your friends or the people you've met will show up!
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Yup! The real deal. Had a hook for a hand and everything. [He rubs his chin in thought.] The fight didn't last terribly long, though. Mostly he was shooting cannonballs at us, but my pal and I, we finally managed to get the better of him. [More or less. Peter Pan helped, but... Kurt doesn't need to know that part. Let Lea just feel a little cooler than he really is, just this once.
[He hums in thought then, and gives a slightly uncertain nod.]
Think so. Admittedly I'm not actually sure what the sayings mean in their original languages, I just know they're what'cha say when you wanna say 'that's the way the cookie crumbles', but sound more educated. [He laughs a little.] People seem more impressed when you say something in another language.
[When Kurt brings up the idea of someone else from home turning up here, Lea can't help but feel a pang of loneliness. He had mostly tried not to think about how separated he was here, but he had known that wouldn't last long anyway. Even though he always knew Roxas would be out of reach after returning to Sora, he had sort of liked the idea of maybe palling around with Riku and the rest of them. He'd barely gotten the chance to get to know them before he'd wound up here--what would they think when they discovered he'd just bailed on them?
[He blows out a soft sigh and gives Kurt a smile, though it's a bit forced this time.]
That'd be kind of cool, but... I dunno, most of the folks I know from home, they've got important stuff they should be doing there. [He does, too, for that matter, but he can't go back now, in any case.] It'd be nice to see them again, but... I'm not gonna wish for that. That'd be a little too selfish, I think. [And really, that's the thing he needs to work on more than anything else.]
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Did 'everything' include a peg-leg, too? [Because that totally matters - especially if there was already a hook-hand involved.] You both got the best of him, even while he was firing a cannon at you? It sounds like the two of you really know how to fight! [No worries there, Lea; he already thinks you are one of the coolest people he's met.
He shifts on the bench again, fully facing Lea now, his legs crossing so his tail can drape across his lap.]
Well, 'C'est la vie' means 'that's life.' I can't say that I know what the other one means, though. I don't speak Spanish. [Kurt snorts and raises a hand to wave.] It's true, but then there are those people who are extremely intelligent and don't say a single word.
[When it gets quiet between them again, he lowers the arm and scrunches his nose in concern, halfway wishing that he had Jean's powers at this moment. It wouldn't be right for him to abuse that ability and he wouldn't try to, but being able to read people's minds in situations like this could be useful. Maybe he'd be able to better think of what to say to help ease the anxiety.
His features soften somewhat at Lea's forced smile; it's better than nothing, really.]
Mmn ... once it's said again, it does sound rather selfish to wish for someone to be taken away from their home and brought to a place they know nothing about. [He pauses, stares down at his lap then laces his fingers together and rests them there, too.] Sorry. I should have thought about how that would have sounded before saying it.
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[He snorts a laugh.] True. And then there are also the people who look smart... until they do speak. Spanish, though, huh? [He looks thoughtful for a moment.] Well, it's in a song I heard when I was in London one time, they were playing it in an old record shop. How did it go... [He hums to himself, a little off-key, he can't quite recall the tune.] Whatever will be, will be, I think it goes, after that. Maybe that's what it means. Same general idea as the rest, so it makes sense to me.
[For what it's worth, Lea isn't upset at Kurt for those moments of tense silence; he raises perfectly reasonable points. It isn't Kurt's fault Lea's carrying around all this baggage. When Kurt lowers his eyes and speaks kind of quietly, though, Lea waves his hands.]
Ah-- No, you don't gotta be sorry, you didn't say anything wrong. I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't thought about what it'd be like if my friends showed up here, too, you know? It'd be nice to just take a vacation from all the crap going on back home, but... [He shakes his head.] I couldn't, in good conscience, make a wish like that. [He grins a little and taps his temple.] And I'm making a concerted effort toward that good conscience thing.
[Let's be honest, he was as lousy at being a bad guy as he was at being honest, back in the day, but he's trying, okay?]
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I knew a couple of people like that back in Germany. [He won't say where, but that's not necessary right now.] A song? We might be able to find someone who knows it or maybe our TABs could help ... [He listens while Lea hums, patting the mentioned device in his pocket.] Sadly, it's not familiar to me, but I'll ask one of my teachers - he might know what it's called. It is basically the same thing, then.
[The motion of Lea's hands draws his attention, eyes slightly widened at the gesture and his words. He blinks then smiles, nodding his head to show that he understands.] Having a gut conscience is nice. I mean, not everybody has one, though the fact that you're making the effort to do better is a positive thing.
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Heh, yeah, he was a pretty smart cookie. [The subsequent laughter is more sincere.] Yeah, yeah, I know, practice makes perfect, and all. I still say it was mostly me makin' an ass of myself, most of the time. Once I even completely burned my eyebrows off. Got made fun of for like a month.
[He pulls the TAB out of his pocket and turns it in his hand then.] Ah, right, I forgot these things can search for info and such. Maybe I can find it--guess I'll let'cha know.
[He looks a little embarrassed then, rubbing the back of his neck. He is making the effort, but he's not really used to anyone paying attention to it or giving him the benefit of the doubt. Not that he can blame Riku and Donald and the others for their hesitance to just blindly trust him, but it's a little nice to have someone acknowledge the effort, even if Kurt is mostly just taking his word for it.]
Well, I made a lot of mistakes in the past, so... I guess I'm making a double effort to avoid making those same sorts'a mistakes again, you know? [Another chuckle.] So that's... me having made an ass of myself again, learning from my mistakes.
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He nods again and smiles lightly, hoping that he hasn't drug up any terrible memories for his new friend. His expression shifts to a mix of concern and astonishment, one of his hands coming up to rub at his forehead.] How in the world did you burn your eyebrows off? I can't imagine ...
[Laughing would be impolite, but he controls himself, lowering the hand to rest at his chin instead and glancing at the TAB in Lea's hand.] I'll be looking forward to listening to it, if you figure out what it's called.
[Kurt takes note of the almost bashful way Lea rubs his neck, his grin widening as he drops the arm back down and tips his head to the side. They may have only just met and he might be assuming a few things, yet Lea seems like a good person; he doesn't sense any hostility or anger like he might with other new arrivals. Maybe he's simply been lucky when it came to meeting the newcomers and ended up with all the nice ones? Nah, he can't be that fortunate. Still, he thinks Lea is kind and he gets extra points for the pirate thing and all these cool adventures he's seemed to have gone on.]
I know, ja. We all make mistakes, but learning from them and trying to better ourselves to make sure we don't make the same ones again is the best option. [A huff, his eyes narrowing playfully.] You should give yourself a little more credit where it's due.
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We're not even sure Nomura knows.), but he's confident that they'll be able to figure something out. They have to... right?[Maybe he'll try to explain this to Kurt one day, but not just yet. You have to be at least a Level Three friend to access that part of his backstory. Instead he just laughs brightly at Kurt's question.]
How? You want me to show you? [He pushes his sleeves up, though it's just for show, and then holds up one hand, fingers splayed dramatically and palm skyward. He pauses for just a second, glances at Kurt to make sure he's watching, and then calls a small tongue of flame to his hand. It's just big enough to look cool, maybe thrice the size of the flame from a flick lighter, resting comfortably in his palm, flickering away.] Granted, when I first learned how to do this, I sucked at it... [He rolls his wrist and lets the flame skirt to the back of his hand instead, dancing across his knuckles, and then lifts his index and middle fingers so it sits neatly at their tips, sort of ala a smoking gun.] Don't try it at home, kids, [he says as if he's speaking to a studio audience, and then blows the flame out and gestures at his face.] When I was first figuring out how to control it, I put way too much power into the flames, so they literally blew up in my face a few times.
[He snickers softly.] So I can definitely give myself credit for learning pretty quickly from that mistake, in any case.
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Yeah, explain that one, Nomura.) People usually didn't survive without organs, though maybe, if it were to be explained a little better, it'd make more sense. He may not know what happened, but that wouldn't stop him from cheering Lea on and hoping that he can get what he wants.Until then, he will have to be patient and figure out this whole 'moving up in friend level' thing.]
Absolutely, [he insists with no hesitation, his eyes lighting up when Lea holds his hand out. Oh, he's watching alright, so don't keep him in suspense for too long! Kurt gasps with surprise when the flame appears, mouth hanging open in awe and his right hand raising. He can't help his curiosity, it's simply a part of him and what urges him to reach closer to the fire in Lea's hand.] Ach, it's definitely hot! [Which means that it's real, and that would mean--] You're sort of like a metahuman. [He rubs his heated digits over his thigh and sets the hand back into his lap, still practically glowing with excitement as the other male rolls the flame over the back of his hand, then lets it settle at his fingertips.] It's incredible, Lea. Not-- not the blowing up in your face part, but the fire itself. I've never met anyone with elemental powers before.
[He purses his lips, trying to hold back a laugh of his own.] Ja, I would imagine that losing your eyebrows would be enough for you to catch on quickly enough to avoid that happening again.
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[He grins at Kurt's reaction. It's always a little refreshing to see somebody react to this sort of thing for the first time. After they know you can do it, it's never as genuinely amazing to them in the future. When Kurt lifts his hand as if to touch the flame, though, Lea recoils quickly, though apparently not quickly enough to prevent a little exclamation from Kurt.]
Well of course it's hot, you lunkhead, [he says, though not indictingly.] Are you okay? [He's laughing a little, but only because Kurt didn't manage to actually hurt himself.] Metahuman? [He's not familiar with the term, but he can parse what it means, for the most part.] Mm, magic is something I think just about anybody can do, back home, you just need training. I had no idea I could do this sort of thing until after I... uh... [Joined the mafia?] Well, I met some people who could do this sort of thing--control ice, control earth--and they helped me kind of figure out how things worked. Not enough to prevent me from burning my eyebrows off, but I guess it's better than nothing.
A lot of places I visited, people thought magic was a bunch of hooey, but I mean... I'm just a normal guy, so far as I know. [He shrugs.] I think anybody can do it, with the right training and such. [He might have had a bit of an advantage, seeing as how the whole Organization seemed to suddenly acquire impressive abilities upon the loss of their hearts, but Riku could do magic, and he'd never lost his heart. Donald, too, though he's not sure if being a talking duck has anything to do with that...]
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He's still left with the slightest warmth on his fingers, regardless of his attempts to be rid of it by rubbing them over his leg. A nervous chuckle escapes him, his shoulders shrugging at the 'lunkhead' comment and his head nodding toward the question.] Ja, I'm fine. I didn't get close enough to actually hurt myself. [He ponders a way of explaining the word, though when Lea continues speaking about magic, he can make the assumption that the redhead probably knows what he's talking about.] Anybody? It's funny that you say that because a friend of mine told me that in his world, only certain people could learn magic. [Pause.] ... do you think you'd be able to teach somebody?
[Don't let him talk you into teaching him magic, Lea. He might find reasons to use it against his housemates for pranks.] So, these people that you met helped you figure out how to use your power. Each of you could control a different element of some sort? [Should he ever get the chance to meet either of them, he's sure to have plenty of questions for other magic-wielders, especially a talking duck.]
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[He gives a nod then, looking contemplative.] Yeah, I mean... I think some people have a predilection toward certain types of magic and such... Like me, Fire is my game. I can cast other spells fairly well--Thunder, Aero--but certain types I just suck at. Don't ask me to demonstrate any ice-based magic, all you'll get is maybe a cold breeze and a puddle. But so far as I can tell, anybody has the potential. Not sure if that's limited to just the places I happen to have been to, though.
I could try. [He really wouldn't mind trying to teach Kurt magic; he's been a mentor/tutor before, and he kind of really enjoyed it. Doing something like that now, outside of the Organization's control, might actually be kind of fun. He gives a nod then.] Mm, like me, they could all cast other magic, too, but they kind of specialized in certain areas. Not always just elemental, either--one guy I knew was a wiz at casting illusions. Could make ya believe just about anything. It was kind of horrifying, honestly--he was one guy I always made an effort to try not to piss off.
[Don't trust talking ducks, Kurt, they never heal you when you need it. =__=]
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That makes a bit of sense, actually. See, back in my world, anyone who has an elemental power can only control one thing, like the fire or ice, but then there's a friend of mine that can control the entirety of the weather. It's really magnificent. [When it isn't trying to kill him, that is.]
No harm in giving it a go, ja? If it works, it works, if not then ... that's okay. I'll have to accept that I might not have a hand for magic. [Kurt nods this time, too, shifting to open the bag at his side and remove the package of oddly shaped tube 'fruit snacks' there; they sure look weird, but they're fruity and chewy, like they're supposed to be, so he's fine with the knock-offs. He tears into the package, removes a few colorful cylindrical treats and pops two into his mouth, offering the other one out to Lea. Green, like those wild eyes of his.] The things that someone could do with the power of illusion is more than a little frightening. [Pause, chew, swallow.] One could use someone else's deepest, darkest secrets and fears against them and render them unable to effectively fight back.
[gdit Donald, why are you so useless sometimes? 8|]
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[He accepts the fruit snack with an appreciative nod, sort of squishing it between two fingers experimentally before popping it into his mouth and making a pleased noise. Ooh, apple! He gives a nod then, his expression apprehensive.]
Yeah, no kidding. I always did my best to keep anything deep and dark away from that guy, but it really didn't make him any less menacing. [In theory, Ienzo still has that capability, too, in the same way Lea can still wield Axel's fire... Best not ever let Ienzo know he does actually feel a little guilty for having, you know, killed him horribly and all.
[He shifts a little where he sits and regards Kurt a moment.]
So... I have to ask... are you a 'metahuman', or something of the like, like you mentioned? I gotta admit, I've never met a blue guy with a tail before. [He wags a finger, grinning.] It's a pretty cool tail, for the record.
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[Another enthusiastic grin spreads across Kurt's face when Lea accepts the candy, the empty hand raising to cover his mouth in an attempt to stifle his snicker at the delighted sound the redhead makes. He'd chosen a perfect flavor for his new friend!]
Oh, uhm, [he pauses briefly, finishing his own snack before continuing,] deep and dark like, he 'broods' a lot or he's actually dark? [There isn't a lack of secrets Kurt would like to keep hush hush about on his end, either. Things happened and as he's said many times: 'The past is the past and that's where it should stay.'
The demon-eyed boy straightens his posture, spine straight and his shoulders back, his lips curved upward like the chesire cat. Maybe he's preening a tiny bit.]
I am, ja! 'Mutant' is what we usually introduce ourselves as, but if that makes you uncomfortable, 'metahuman' is absolutely fine. Even on Thisavrou, my appearance is peculiar - there aren't many people with my skin color and a tail. [His chest puffs a little more, the heart-shaped end of the mentioned appendage dipping over his left shoulder.] Thank you! It's also a rather useful tail.
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Oh, no, no, I mean I tried to keep a poker face while he was around, 'cuz I didn't wanna give him any ammo. I mean, he was kinda broody, but for what it's worth, I don't think he was evil or anything. I just didn't trust him a fraction of the distance I prolly could'a thrown him.
'Mutant', huh? [He shakes his head, smiling a little. The word might have something of a negative connotation in certain circumstances, but if it doesn't bother Kurt, that's good enough for him.] If that's the word you use, that's the word I'll use.