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WHO: Anton Roudin
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Shortly after he's ported in
WHAT: Getting used to his new environment
WARNINGS: N/A
De Chima #004 (Open to housemates)
This is apparently where he lives now. Of course, he doesn't want to just walk right in. That's how you get killed. Even if it wasn't for his devilish good looks, people weren't too fond of burglars, and he wasn't sure if they'd have been informed that he was coming to live here. So he goes up to the door, knocks, and waits. He certainly hopes someone is home. He'd hate to just stand out here waiting. For that matter, he hopes he doesn't introduce himself to some people here, only to have someone come home when they're not expecting to see him.
He hopes everyone is okay with him in this house. It would be terribly awkward if they weren't, considering the whole 'living together' thing. The only time he's ever lived with someone he didn't choose, it was with family, and they were always okay because...well family.
As thoughts race through his head, Anton waits on the porch, tail swishing nervously as he imagines all the ways this could go horribly wrong.
De Chima (Anywhere, open to all)
Anton steps out to look around at this strange new world. He's already feeling overwhelmed. Strange metal carriages race along hard pathways with terrifying speed. Signs grow with a strange light. People communicate through small, handheld devices. He tries to keep to the shadows, though stealth is hard since he's still wearing the armor he came in wearing. He's unwilling to take it off, even if someone did convince him it was likely better that he did not have any of his weapons here. The idea of going out without even basic arms seems unnerving to him.
And then he is spotted. And then mobbed. By a crowd of excited, bubbly...fans?
Anton freezes, having absolutely no idea what to do. Even the very tip of his tail stopped it's usual rhythmic twitching.
He's always wanted this? He thinks. Maybe? He's always wanted humans to not be afraid or unnerved when meeting him for the first time, when they saw the prominent signs of his devilish heritage. But he'd never imagined...this. He's not sure what this is. He has absolutely no clue how he should react to this, or process it, or...so he just stands there. Frozen. Terribly confused.
De Chima (Shopping, open to all)
One thing's that become clear is that armor is impractical here. He still feels wary going without it in a strange world where he doesn't know what to expect, but it's clear that he isn't going to be attacked on a regular basis, and it feels foolish to carry around all that extra weight as a precaution for something so unlikely to happen. This time, he's gone out in his brown gambeson and pants that he typically wears under the armor and begins to look at the clothing of this culture. He's not sure how he feels about it.
"A lot of this fabric seems really thin and flimsy...wouldn't it just get ripped up?"
Then he looks away from the men's dress shirts, spotting hoodies in the distance. Those looked like more decently sturdy fabric.
"Oh, what's that?"
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Shortly after he's ported in
WHAT: Getting used to his new environment
WARNINGS: N/A
De Chima #004 (Open to housemates)
This is apparently where he lives now. Of course, he doesn't want to just walk right in. That's how you get killed. Even if it wasn't for his devilish good looks, people weren't too fond of burglars, and he wasn't sure if they'd have been informed that he was coming to live here. So he goes up to the door, knocks, and waits. He certainly hopes someone is home. He'd hate to just stand out here waiting. For that matter, he hopes he doesn't introduce himself to some people here, only to have someone come home when they're not expecting to see him.
He hopes everyone is okay with him in this house. It would be terribly awkward if they weren't, considering the whole 'living together' thing. The only time he's ever lived with someone he didn't choose, it was with family, and they were always okay because...well family.
As thoughts race through his head, Anton waits on the porch, tail swishing nervously as he imagines all the ways this could go horribly wrong.
De Chima (Anywhere, open to all)
Anton steps out to look around at this strange new world. He's already feeling overwhelmed. Strange metal carriages race along hard pathways with terrifying speed. Signs grow with a strange light. People communicate through small, handheld devices. He tries to keep to the shadows, though stealth is hard since he's still wearing the armor he came in wearing. He's unwilling to take it off, even if someone did convince him it was likely better that he did not have any of his weapons here. The idea of going out without even basic arms seems unnerving to him.
And then he is spotted. And then mobbed. By a crowd of excited, bubbly...fans?
Anton freezes, having absolutely no idea what to do. Even the very tip of his tail stopped it's usual rhythmic twitching.
He's always wanted this? He thinks. Maybe? He's always wanted humans to not be afraid or unnerved when meeting him for the first time, when they saw the prominent signs of his devilish heritage. But he'd never imagined...this. He's not sure what this is. He has absolutely no clue how he should react to this, or process it, or...so he just stands there. Frozen. Terribly confused.
De Chima (Shopping, open to all)
One thing's that become clear is that armor is impractical here. He still feels wary going without it in a strange world where he doesn't know what to expect, but it's clear that he isn't going to be attacked on a regular basis, and it feels foolish to carry around all that extra weight as a precaution for something so unlikely to happen. This time, he's gone out in his brown gambeson and pants that he typically wears under the armor and begins to look at the clothing of this culture. He's not sure how he feels about it.
"A lot of this fabric seems really thin and flimsy...wouldn't it just get ripped up?"
Then he looks away from the men's dress shirts, spotting hoodies in the distance. Those looked like more decently sturdy fabric.
"Oh, what's that?"
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"Glad to hear it. Are there really so few of us here?"
Tieflings aren't exactly common where he's from, but they aren't so rare that they merit this level of reaction. And something about what Molly said about how happy he is to see another tiefling...
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Things were so much easier when he could just pack up and get out of town, honestly.
A fan approaches with her notebook out, and Molly flashes her a bright, dazzling grin before he immediately pulls on Anton's arm so they can swerve into an alleyway. "D'you need a drink first or some food?" he asks. "This whole thing can be a bit overwhelming, I know, and I always handle the overwhelming shit better with something in me."
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Well, that's a shock. An entire world without tieflings. And to think, this guy was stuck here in a world where he was the only tiefling for months. He couldn't imagine how many invasive questions they probably asked him up until now.
"Yes. I could use food. And a drink. Probably several."
All of this is just too overwhelming.
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Molly's pretty good by now at keeping track of where all the best places to eat and drink are, so as soon as they've emerged from the other side of the alleyway (and drawn some awed gawking stares), Molly steers Anton towards a dimly-lit bar, with pictures of various imPorts that have visited it over the years hung up on the walls. Molly pulls up a stool at the counter, tail lazily swaying behind him.
"I'll have an Old Fashioned," he tells the bartender. "Give my friend Anton here something strong, he's had a long day."
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He thinks things over a bit, chewing the thoughts over him his head before he speaks up again.
"Well, I guess the fact that the people here don't tend to consort with devils could be a good thing. If devils even exist in this universe."
Who even knows at this point?
"And I'm glad to hear this level of attention won't last forever." He sighs. "Does this make me overly picky? I mean, back home I always wanted people to stop being quite so stand offish around me because of the whole 'literal devil-spawn' thing, and now they are and I want them to back off."
Mostly because this was way too much attention, even if it is positive.
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"Gods, no, just means you're sensible." He takes a sip of his drink, tilting his head a little, his horn decorations catching what little light there is. "Even if you want people to not care about the devilspawn bit, coming here's a little like being tossed into the deep part of a lake with barely any idea how to paddle." He snorts out a laugh. "I'm a carnie, I'm used to attention, but believe me, I would've given my tail and my right arm not to get mobbed when I was newer."
Nah, he totally thrived on it, mostly because he just kept feeding the paps brazen, bald-faced lies. But he doesn't say that.
"If you want to avoid attention," Molly adds, leaning in close, "just tell them you've got an infectious disease." Like syphilis, although he doesn't say that. "Works like a charm." At least it almost did the one time the Mighty Nein tried it.
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"Um...I think I'll refrain from telling them I have an infectious disease. I think that would bring things too far in the other direction. I can just wait for them to find another distraction. Try to keep my head as low as I can until then. Maybe buy an outfit that isn't quite as bright and shiny as my armor."
Sure, he knows the horns, pink skin and tail will draw attention regardless, but he didn't have to be unnecessarily shiny on top of that. On the other hand...
"Of course, it does feel better having armor on when an unexpected mob shows up."
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As for outfits, Molly may not be the best person to ask for tips on how to blend in, but he’s never let unsuitability stop him before. “There’s a few thrift stores scattered all over town that you can buy something plain from,” he says. “Although you’ll have to make room for your tail yourself, or buy a skirt.”
Molly has bought a lot of skirts since coming here, they’re easy to move in and he doesn’t have to go to the effort of making a hole he can squeeze his tail through. Plus, he looks good in them.
“As for armor, I know a blacksmith. If you want, I can send him a message.”
The mini pictured is not the paint job I'm using, but it's the same figure
He thinks the skirt is a reasonable suggestion. He isn't great at sewing, which means the hole in the butt will likely ravel.
"That's why I wear a base with this armor. I did a sloppy job putting a hole in it for the tail."
Mostly because it wasn't originally meant to be his armor, but he was the muscle for a band of thieves for a while and...well...once he could get his tail through, it fit him pretty well. The base he was referring to looked a bit like just the back half of a skirt, anyway, but it was quite decorative.
"You know a blacksmith? I came in with my armor, but I don't have any weapons. I'd love if you could get me in contact with him!"
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That's really the best way he has of putting it.
"Tell him Mollymauk Tealeaf sent you," he adds. "Oh, and about making holes in your pants—if you let me have your measurements I might be able to alter whatever trousers you end up buying for your tail." He may as well offer his services for his fellow tiefling, after all.
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As for his measurements, well...
"Um...I don't know my measurements off hand, but I'll definitely let you know when I know! That'll be a huge help. I'm terrible at the whole 'sewing' thing."
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Then he chuckles into his drink, taking another sip. "Lucky for you I'm not half-bad at it," he says, and gives his colorful coat, decorated with a variety of religious and non-religious symbols, a small flourish. "This started out my father's, and it was far plainer then, if you can believe it."
The first part is a filthy lie, the second isn't. Molly has no idea who his parents were, and he got the coat as a hand-me-down from the circus, but it did start out slightly plainer than it is now. Which is to say, it didn't have the embroidered symbols, but it had everything else.
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He considers that a moment.
"Of course, who knows? They might even show up here."