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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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He considers that a moment.
"Of course, who knows? They might even show up here."