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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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The realisation comes in then, too late, that he should probably apologise for this slew of questions. This semi-interrogation. He should apologise, right? God, he is so unaccustomed to dealing with people at all. Let alone pink horned people.
He's still not sure, but erring on the side of caution: "Uh, sorry. For all the questions."
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The questions were just about his world, after all, so they didn't feel terribly intrusive.
"Basically, they'll write up contracts to get what they want. They'll follow the letter of the contract, even though they won't care one bit about the spirit of it. They'll try getting what they want from you without really giving you what you think they're offering you."
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Anton doesn't sound too enthusiastic about the infernal side of his heritage, but Luther still wonders: "Do you know the devils in your family?"
(Because for a fleeting second, he's picturing it. Surreal family reunions. Barbecuing in the backyard with a grinning red devil flipping a burger using a miniature pitchfork.)
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He might want to look up such plays if they exist in this universe as well. It could be interesting to watch them.
"No, I've never met them. My brother has a fixation with trying to reforge a bond with them, but my sister and I have no interest in that. They're devils. Any shared lineage would be nothing more to them than another tool to manipulate the particular mortals they're dealing with."
He's under no illusion that a devil would feel any particular bond with him just because he was descended from it.
clearly they need to go to the theatre together at some point omg
"Yeah, family's complicated," Luther says. His voice rueful. Knowing. "I have six siblings. Most of them are in this world. So if you meet anyone named Hargreeves... that's us."
They should!
And yet, he still seems to have a lot of complicated drama with just the two. It's probably for the best that he doesn't have six siblings constantly fighting over who's right.
aaand possibly a wrap as i go tag his dream post? :*
Even when he and his siblings are digging away at each other and saying the things they know will hurt each other, at least they're here. At least they're within reach. He'd rather have Diego alive and well and here to stab him with another verbal knife (or a literal knife, honestly), than gone.
He's avoided crossing the threshold of the room that's now Anton's, but Luther now moves back out into the hallway. "Anyway... I should let you get settled. I'm just in the room down the hall. Can't promise I'm any help, but still. Welcome."
His initial surprise and discomfort at the tiefling's appearance had been wiped cleanly away, dissipated by Anton's own bright, cheerful affableness. As far as roommates go, this one seemed alright.
Sounds good to me!
Anton figures he's fine for now. He'll probably just get some sleep once he finishes taking off his armor, but it's still nice to know that someone who is willing to help out with all of this is right there.